Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)
If…then (Asher speaks: A poem)
One day, some time ago—when you were angry at me because of my noncompliance and the way I roll my eyes when you decide, the way I second-guess you, show plainly that I do not trust you, cut at the thing in your center that cradles manhood—you asked me a question.
You asked through clenched teeth, with pacing steps. You were full and hurt, almost crying. You wondered out loud what it would take for me to stay with you, to stand beside you and honor you the way you want to be honored.
I thought about your wondering.
I wanted very much to assuage your fears of abandonment
of disconnect dismissal disrespect
So I told you.
I can only submit to a man who shows evidence of his journey with a complement of rage and peace in his whole self…flaws and all. Nothing missing nothing broken in his mouth and his movement, not reaching perfection, but reaching righteousness, in order to give all of me. ← 403 | 404 →
If you tell me that you can stop in the midst of your journey and look around at the space you’ve created and see joy and ecstasy and pain and suffering and understand that their balance