The words
Born from my fingers
Glitter like blood
In flames
Forming visions
That cause my heart
To freeze
–
Wings alight
On the lids
Of my eyes
Femme Fierceness
She says
Is a birthright
To power
And sorrow
Dressed in the color
Of glory
Walking through worlds
Watching
Waiting
With eyes the darkness
Of space
–
Chief Spence
Sits
In her tipi
Filled with legacies
Of betrayal
Her belly
As empty as the promises
Made
By white men
But she stands
Tough
With iron encased will
Femme Fierceness
Can topple
Empires
–
I want
To get married
To shields and spears
Wear a wedding dress
Made of morning stars
And a veil
Of daggers
Make love to rage
And bust open
Across six continents
Revealing the dismembered
Bodies and
Broken
Land
Holding it all
Femme Fierceness
Does
Not
Flinch
–
My friend
Stands there
Shaking
Trying to
Re
Move
Trespasses
That mark her
Mascara running
Nose bleeding
I hold her
Imagining
The most exquisite
Revenge against rapists
Femme Fierceness
Does not
Take
Prisoners
–
Terror
Is a familiar
Bedfellow
The threat of violence
A constant companion
Pale shadows that
Dance across my body
Following me down
Alleys
Up streets
Into home
And
Soaked sheets
Twist around
My face
Femme Fierceness
Feels fear
But
Never backs
Down
–
I am
A fierce femme
A big
Scarlet fuck you
Ejaculated across
Masculinity’s face
They do not own
Me and my
Silence cannot be
Bought