It’s Time

You are the embodiment

Of the Egyptian godesses

You hold light and life

In the base of your belly

Walk tall

Be proud of where you came from

You didn’t come from cupcakes

You came from pain

And heartache

So

It’s time to rise

It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to be all along

-Saschia

I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies

To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree

Their selfish acts beside mine

Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors

That they have become a catapult

An explosion of sticky wet truth

Like an orgasm at just the right time

I will not wallow I will not beg

I will not stop until the truth spores inside so many crevices

They’ll never forget it

-Saschia