I’m a woman!!!

Stuck sitting on the toilet!
I’m a Woman! I’m a Woman!
A Woman Got Dammit!

How come my mommy couldn’t be the Modern Day Madre back in the day?
I had to learn about my womanhood in the middle school sex ed. Classroom.
Like 12 and 13 made you grown and cramps would come like hard days at track practice
Or earthquakes rocking boulders down avalanches.
Face of 16 yet 26 rising on the physical
Slow aged like cheese and still spiritual bound like the immortals.
Who are you girl, bleeding from the womb?
Bleeding in the resurrection and procreation tomb and room?
No pains do you whine?
All that blood for seven days, yet you do not cry of dyin’?
What wrong with you girl, Have you no life?
Who created these growing pains and why do we stop growing for life to become crises of midlife menopause of middle age.
Oh Time, Father Time. You Forsake us you bastard.
Coward you are!!
You Limit my Motherly womb of Nature with clocks that tick and tock
And bombs that drop with bloody hell on monthly week for majority of my life.
And every one of those 7 days, I find myself sitting on this toilet with my lady products,
Feeling like that teenage girl again first learning that it’s hit me!

I’m a WOMAN!

Sounds Of A Dreamcatcher

I have forever dreams & near death nightmares
Gotta love to find
Keep in mind
Spare me the evils
Those were no angels of mine
Fall asleep to struggled eyes
No pain or stress
No woman no cries
No rest for the weary
Strong frame no tears see
I’m just lovers rock
Sleeping on the concrete of my block
Cold frame
Warm heart
Soul of no name
Fighting stories,
Left in the art
Fairy tales of make believe
Believed this Earth was not conceived
Double helix articles
Made up of particles
Deoxyribonucleic acid
Blowing billions of bombs up
Expanded brain
Still carrying pain
Washed away tears with the rain
What are you formed from dream catcher of mine?
Overlapped spools of lovers twine?
Or dipped in the batter from preachers wine?
Had I seen this dream coming, I would have hung you high
Way above my bed
Protect me from the visions in my head
Keep me safe to your prayers
Under sheets I sleep in evils layers
Soul rising
Gathered in the dreams
I meet you there when my silent sleep screams
Council my mind
Back into time
Way back when “when” was a win win situation
We were all Gods’ creation
Not spawns of Satan
Brothers of the same molecules
Just textured to different follicles
Different paths
Holy rituals & evil blood baths
When we were young
We were cleaned in the same bathtub
Sharing the same laughs
Yet
Siblings of rival
Different fights of survival
Battle battle battle right?
Sleep easy little soldier of night
Woven star of feathered fight
Will yourself with all your might
Quiet mouse with venomous bite
Native bloodline
Freedom dance
Beating drums while hearts prance
Spirit goddess song
Be quick & strong
Being down doesn’t last long
Fall asleep with future days
Mental in mind
One moment at a time
Dream a little dream of life
Sleepwalk with the spirits & angels I say
Troubled days don’t last always

QueenSoulSista.

Deities

I have loved beyond my years
But never have I loved without tears
Have celebrated life with cheers
But couldn’t stop what my heart hears

Light so pure
We have set sail on an unknown voyage
Compass guides us with no direction in mind
Crusaders of life
Following a nomadic path to wherever
The ends of the Earth may embed us
But spirits aligned
We are stars destined to our own constellations
Pisces housing eleven signs before us
We are stronger than we are
Deeper than Earths core
Farther than the last shooting star
Whole and not
Wanting bits and pieces of you
Respectful not wanting to hurt you
But I can’t seem to resist you
Could turn away from you
But Can’t escape this peace for you
I have not a heart that can’t express to you
I have met you in the blue
I have loved you, in a time,
I have loved you in a place, in a world once erased, and created again
A million times back then
We were natives expelling rituals in a language unknown
To others our connection not shown
We threw dust to fire that grew from our minds
Now I just like you, with strength intense
Immensely for many many lifetimes
Olden spirits in our fingerprints
I do extend my hand for your fingertips to bind
And I leave you with this
Yet we meet again buried at The Tree of Souls
Ashes blowing through the wind chimes
I pray to Eywa to keep your spirit whole
Connected with me
Avatar
Do you not be that far
Back to lives where I wish you up
Upon a star

~QSS

Scarifications on Surface

Freedom of speech, emotion, & expression.

ART!
On the body or on the canvas.

My body is my art, more than the pre-stretched canvas that the acrylic sets in.

I let the ink settle deep, not just on my surface but through the circumference of my dermis.

More permanent than the epidermis……

More people tend to judge scarifications and body modifications as sin, but from birth and early childhood years do parents pierce their childrens ears, and in other coutries are tattoos and scarifications rituals and ceremonies for youth to enter adulthood.

http://www.larskrutak.com/articles/Benin/index.html



Understanding and openmind acceptance are things that are hard for people to do without passing judgment on decisions of others. This blog link below shows different rituals and body modifications/scarifications in other regions of the world that some percieve as taboo, and others see as acceptance in religion and ancestry.

http://unusual-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-body-piercing-branding.html

If we havent known by history that Otzi the IceMan, King Tut and Buddha had stretched earlobes. These are figures that have progressed and gave life to our futures. Many Buddhist monks follow rituals by tattooing their bodies with ancient art that classifies their status in society. Through research shows that even mummies of pharoahs and egyptians had tattoos. Same as we do in society today.


Sometimes we need to ask questions and try to acknowledge other perceptions of why they do things in life and hear their explanations of what they do to their body and the meanings that these modifications carry. It may be so much more deeper than you could ever know by just looking and being critical.


Many critiques throughout society associate tattoos and other body modifications as taboo between gender. I dont understand this because in life, women deal with the most pain as far as childbirth. And is a known fact that most women have a higher tolerance for pain than men. Either way, I believe however you choose to depict your life and art through your body is BEAUTIFUL, and should be appreciated. Pain isnt forever, but spirit and soul is………..


So next time you see me, with my current 8 tattoos, and soon to be sleeved left or right arm. 4 ear piercings, 2 of which are currently being stretched. 1 nose piercing, and 1 navel ring. If you choose to pass judgment, just keep moving or take this…


….because I dont care to accept critiques and judgment from people who arent open to the free expression of others. This life is for Art and that is what I choose to live. My Body is my art. The moving Canvas. And I’m not stopping aanytime soon, as long as my body permits me to give it temporary pain, we will endulge in the gifts. I am in the rebellion! Drastic moves to be made. Lioness and Queen of all nature. Inner spirit and outer space.

-QSS

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