haleyanne.

the night sky-

not an inky black

or an absence of colour,

but the deep blues

moving together

as they always have

since the beginning of time

how the moon

shows growth in

her waxing and waning,

that death is inevitable -

you can let go

and return

for even when you are not visible,

you are always present.

of your tides.

is a mans trait

but what is more

feminine than rage?

it hides behind

a polite smile,

a clenched jaw,

blood stained teeth

cut by the unsaid

words.

you turned war machines,

into goddesses of love and fertility

you took our history

and have rewritten it

as your own

while our grandmothers

carried revolutions on their backs

a slow,

steady

burning fire,

the same flame you

burned the innocent alive

you have taken our rage

and labeled us

emotional

blaming the blood

between our thighs.

so I ask again -

what is more femenine

than rage?

will always

be out of reach

from one another -

Only meant to love

at an arm’s length

never outstretched

Open & all seeing.

Repurposed an older canvas I didn't like how it turned out. Happier with it this way.

Minds eye.

Watercolor, ink, and gold leaf on watercolor paper.

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