backwards

Just thinking I
this is my thinking eye
this is my eye to the sky
this is I
me
thinking my way to the stars
better yet to mars
better yet even far,
further away from here
like the tears
I’ve spent years
Distancing myself from
like now they’re stuck
like they don’t fall
like rough
like a desert
we cant crumble
we are of pieces
like crumble
like cakes
like apple crumble on cakes
like weddings
like cakes
like we’re forever stuck on top of cakes,
like we’re the obedient sugar statues stuck on top of cakes
like stuck
like my mind is stuck
with the rest of the world
with the unimaginative
with the stagnant
with the tangible
like stuck behind bars
I’m scarred
from the inhibition
I’ve been conditioned with
conditioned to believe
I’m less of me
like inhibitions really mean what we think they mean
like they’re really real
like reality
like really how could he
like how could he
cause me to believe
I am but a substandard version of me
of the woman my mother made me to be
like ingrained in me
ingrained like grains of sand
impassioned with time
and hardened
like glass
like crass
like the hardening was inevitable
because she
like we
like we’ll continue to be
are
the backbone of
our
nation
despite what they’ve made us to be
she carried me
like on her back
like in her womb
like working harder than every man I’ve met
like any man
like she
like we
like power
like strength
like perseverance are we
like women we are
like we are women