Here and Alive

By Beverly Greene

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Papier-m�ch�
models of the me
I'm supposed to be
crumble into dust
in my hands
and blow away
in the blissful wind
as I stand proud
on the scorching
rooftop of your
latest conquest
of nature's beauty,
arms outreached,
and to the city below
and I scream out,
"FUCK YOU WORLD!"

You see,
I'm here
and I'm alive.
I won't be colored in
between your chosen lines.
I won't be made
to fit my entire being
into the constrictive
molds that chain you
in your own prison
of fake flesh,
breath-stealing nylon
and silicon cancer packs.

I'm here.
I'm alive
and I will come
in any shade
I choose,
even if it's not
on your tiny pallet.
I will come
in any size,
even if my curves
flow beyond
your tiny lines.
I will come
in any age,
even if my wrinkles
mar your illusions
of feminine beauty.
I will come
with developed muscles,
even if my strength
wrecks your pathetic
gender conceptions.
I will come
wearing any hat,
even if my profession
makes you insecure
because
I'M HERE!
I'M ALIVE!
Body, heart, and soul.

My body is alive
with the warmth
of a lover's touch,
the smile on my own face
when I see my Goddess-form.

My heart is alive
with the dangerous flames
of untamed passion,
the heart-breaking gentleness
of a friend's embrace.

My soul is alive
with the righteousness
of my own convictions,
the eternal knowledge
of the Goddess Herself.

I am here and
I am alive
and I will not
be changed.
I am perfect
in my many
imperfections,
flawless
in my many
flaws.
I'm here,
I'm alive,
and I'm REAL
and that is why
you will never
own me.

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