~Arlene Mejorado
Set me free!
I beg myself.
I raise my hands up
But my womb stays in place
The soles of my feet mold into the mud
my toes clench the brown clay dirt
the hardest place to arrive is inside me
I am a series of smiles and tears
What might I more be?
Steal my insides please!
Open wide
Take the butterflies
I set them free as I keep blind
I can’t see, I’m caught up in getting free
Arms up to the sky
Can I help you unknowingly?
Just don’t hold me down
I’m to busy getting me free
And take all their little wings
To help you glide and glow in time over the sky
And if you don’t need these creatures of ideas, love, support, and gentle touch,
Sell them.
For I won’t recognize what comes out of me
I’m too busy getting me free
I’m getting what I need
To be seen as a human with a womb
You can love me, buy me, even hurt me
But I’m here for my goods
All men are created equal
But our wombs and our breasts get in the way
Bartering butterflies for freedom
Practically on my knees I beg
We women got to get free
And let our herstory speak!
Every woman does this by any means
