Who Am I?
*
I am the crack of a Spanish fan
the black echo of a castanet
and the shadow of a fringed shawl
I am the admiring glance
of a butch to a femme
and I am the femme’s sidelong glance
Yes…no….maybe…
*
I come from a place
where violins begin
when sidewalk accordions fold up
and spider monkeys are tucked in
for the night
It is a tierra baja place
under ground
under subway
under Mother’s sacred space
where cave dances
are born
*
I am…
the twist of a beribboned wrist
the cut of a French cuff
the pause before a tango
and the suspension after
*
I am the violet spectrum
a black satin pump
the spindle of a well-turned heel
I can take my femme to whatever ecstasy she desires
then turn around
and surrender to
her long lost moves
until I give her back
that tuxedoed moan
and get up and do it
again, again
otra vez, une fois de plus…
*
I come from a place
Woman-born
Uterine known
Where children come first
second
and third
I come from English ivy
whiter than white Celtic sighs
blacker than black African sheen
and I give tartan its hue
Boadica tosses me in her tresses
Vita & Violet are my progeny
And I roll in on every wave of labor
*
Who am I?
I am female consciousness
Older than old,
ever new
I am no ‘ism’
I am an ‘ity’
Synchronicity
Authenticity
Sacredity
Reality
So
Call me
‘Femality’
and
Call Me
© Nancy’s Truth
