As I write myself into existence

(finally alive, no longer a lie)

I unwrite the lies I swallowed and did my best to embody as truth

(finally alive, no longer a lie)

 

I unwrite

  • a misunderstanding of sexuality: I am allowed to be desirous, hungry, even unquenchable

I unwrite

  • the lie that we must stand in either/or: I am both, I am neither. I am everything all at once, a paradox

I unwrite

  • that my skin is too dark, freckled like a ripe strawberry: I will never rub it away

I unwrite

  • the limitations of my Blackness: Everything I touch is Black, like Midas but make it Hoodoo

 

As I write myself into existence

I realize the truth

I re-member

I stitch together stars, the gases of Jupiter, Neptune

to make a body unbridled by fear

I unwrite to rewrite