Welcome back! Here’s a Saturday post to conclude a wonky work week! This piece was inspired by “Pants”, “Frida”, “Beyonce”, and our many conversations in the greenroom of Boxing Love with Shakespeare’s Women, especially on that last day. In wonderful ways of transformation, let’s have deep and passionate discourse that still respects and allows difference of opinion.

I am allowed to disagree with you
Sometimes
all the time
In whole
In part
With some, half, all or none of my heart
Nothing else left in the world
to take my voice
my ability to speak
my choice
and lovingly
with respect to me
take my opportunity
to disagree
We don’t have to be
the same
how lame
what an unfortunate game
I stand apart
and feel NO shame
My wings are my own
Homegrown
hips and hair
imported and important
And standing right there
At the cross
roads intersect
Marriage
Sex
Gender
reflex
I do not genuflect
And shut myself down to show you respect
My thoughts like the dew collect
But will not melt
in the heat
of your sideways glance at me
I claim all parts
They are mine and loved
And if you don’t
I won’t
make you
Take you from what you think will break you
so that you’ll fake you
For me
No thanks
Please disagree

With words, songs, and prayer,

_{From the West Coast, with love on a Saturday!}