Society – SickyBeat

Space

It’s hard to not thinktaking up spaceIs magnetized a bulletTo the metal bulleton my chest I walked into a Courthouse,One for the “little people”even as I am a rung aboveAnd climbing, I feel the urge to explain,To repent,for taking up spaceI know my value And my otherness I cannot shake the delusionThat it is myContinue reading “Space”

Holding a Spiral

Spiraling worlds are not always moving. Just as the mirror which cries “the sky is falling;” Reflects the stars on a shooting spree. I can hold a spiraling world in place With a dot at the end of a page.

Loud. A Hammer for a Screw

Loud was a personality trait Loud and proud. The silence quicksand I fought. But sound, Is so often the tearing open Of emotional scars An auditory, “That isn’t my reality! See me! Hear me!” Because I expect that all society sees, At best, Is “inspiration porn” And I cut off my nose To spite them.Continue reading “Loud. A Hammer for a Screw”

Repetitive Resentment

I came in bleeding to death slowly I learned, applied, and passed. Barely. But law isn’t built form me to access Let alone dictate, like the rest. I don’t mold my world, I build it from the abyss I go to the doctor And she, in 2022, Tells me she couldn’t see me having childrenContinue reading “Repetitive Resentment”

Rights

I had some, Someone(s) pinned them down to history in the name of women. Now, as a result of a few birthdays, The small tail we’re given, “Falls” off the donkey ahead of us. If it was alive, it would scream in pain. And we, ungrateful, fall to the dirt. Dead, no, Evolving beyond theContinue reading “Rights”

Emotion, Time, and Wisdom

I am emotional Not emotional today, I am emotional, as a human. And, after 33.5 years, On May 29th 2022, I have decided that I will not stop. In my work I will not bury Those emotions, I won’t change them, or fight And, I am sure it will be known. But, it’s the fightingContinue reading “Emotion, Time, and Wisdom”

Unprecedented

Bodily autonomy has never been questioned In one way or another women have been made to fight for scraps of it And the further we are from the intersection of rich wasps The more it stings. I hope against all things that we all stay standing this time, Without becoming numb and complacent. My rageContinue reading “Unprecedented”

Rising to the Label

I am sick of being talked “roundabout “ Denigrated for being in a state of being That I had no say in, though it is 50.1% what I am, and where I go. I am not used to fighting for equal ground, But for a real say. I am studying child law. But, I doContinue reading “Rising to the Label”

Polish

Ruth, I named my stuffed kangaroo RBG too, I can give no bigger compliments. The only thing I remember about 1993 was surgery with a girl named Stephanie. A 5 year old with no awareness Of your appointment. As I grew it came, At least partial awareness, Of strength, wisdom, and fire. Without a wispContinue reading “Polish”

Up Hill Both Ways

Is real, right now. Even when I am not walking. A Human invention, Fueled by no effort. Because effort is costly. But the bliss of ignorance, Will wear thin and implode. We are slowly coming to focus As the smoke and shrapnel come to rest. Because we have trained, All our lives going up mountains,Continue reading “Up Hill Both Ways”