Thoughts not Mine.
Mar. 21st, 2003 07:29 amA Pledge of Allegiance to the Family Of Earth
I pledge allegiance to the Earth,
and to the flora, fauna
and human life that it supports,
one planet, indivisible,
with safe air, water, and soil,
economic justice, equal rights
and peace for all.
- Woman's Environment and Development Organization of the Women's Foreign Policy Council
VI. Myth of Return
White Lady of death,
lover carved of bone,
take me inside your stiff embrace.
Or will you appear as a bird or a snake,
perhaps a beautiful woman.
Lady with no eyes,
take this death
into your chrysalis belly,
The magic womb makes life
come again, in the rising
spring morning.
- Starr Goode
We Need A God Who Bleeds Now
we need a god who bleeds now
a god whose wounds are not
some small male vengeance
some pitiful concession to
humility
a desert swept with dryin
marrow in honour of the
lord
we need a god who bleeds
spreads her lunar vulva &
showers us in shades
of scarlet
thick and warm
like the breath of her
our mothers tearing
to let us in
this place breaks open
like our mothers bleeding
the planet is heaving
mourning our ignorance
the moon tugs the seas
to hold her/to hold her
embrace swelling hills/i am
not wounded i am bleeding
to life
we need a god who bleeds now
whose wounds are not
the end of anything
-Ntozake Shange
I pledge allegiance to the Earth,
and to the flora, fauna
and human life that it supports,
one planet, indivisible,
with safe air, water, and soil,
economic justice, equal rights
and peace for all.
- Woman's Environment and Development Organization of the Women's Foreign Policy Council
VI. Myth of Return
White Lady of death,
lover carved of bone,
take me inside your stiff embrace.
Or will you appear as a bird or a snake,
perhaps a beautiful woman.
Lady with no eyes,
take this death
into your chrysalis belly,
The magic womb makes life
come again, in the rising
spring morning.
- Starr Goode
We Need A God Who Bleeds Now
we need a god who bleeds now
a god whose wounds are not
some small male vengeance
some pitiful concession to
humility
a desert swept with dryin
marrow in honour of the
lord
we need a god who bleeds
spreads her lunar vulva &
showers us in shades
of scarlet
thick and warm
like the breath of her
our mothers tearing
to let us in
this place breaks open
like our mothers bleeding
the planet is heaving
mourning our ignorance
the moon tugs the seas
to hold her/to hold her
embrace swelling hills/i am
not wounded i am bleeding
to life
we need a god who bleeds now
whose wounds are not
the end of anything
-Ntozake Shange
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Date: 2003-03-21 09:58 am (UTC)