Me too

What is power?
And why is it bad?
Or, is it only bad in the context of white men in power?
Whose missiles become their own dismissals —
Creating a change in tide
waved in by the current  
“Me too”

Since when did a woman’s voice
only get heard at the fist of a man’s hand?
And the courage it takes
to speak up and shout
about the groping, roping, and spitting accounts —

Me fucking too! 

Sadly, but it’s true. 
More sad I didn’t even consider it a question
It was more like,
“me too, OBVIOUSLY!”
Like everyday -
When I run down the palm tree lined streets 
In perfect Christmas rows 
And some bozo sticks his head out the window of his 

Big

White 

SUV

And yells,

“Nice titties!”

All I was trying to do this morning
was put on a raggedy sports bra 
and a loose t-shirt 
to run for me
But instead, 
I had to run for you
And then from you. 

You see how that works?

Me too. 

But that’s everyday jargon --
when joggin’ and luggin’ these juggins around 

Ya dig?

Me too. 

So does the meaning of power change
when a woman 
Takes it
Replaces it
as Her own 

From power to empowerment 
From God 
To Goddess
Does the meaning shift?

Take hold 
And grab back 
This pussy will attack!

Or should I remain silent in my white skin?
Does power look bad on me, too?

Can I talk about chakras
and downward facing dog
without appropriating
the marginalized
the forgotten traditions
the sacred rituals
the medicine women that came before?

But shit, I’m a Jewish girl 
with curly hair
who’s grandparents barely survived the nazi lies
left in an encampment to die
and then floated ashore to this new land
we now call ours 

We languish in this language of power
and our minds might explode!

Meditate. Grab hold. 

Anxiety is...

Anxiety is...

Shhhhh!

Society is.

Society is.

Ok! Back to yoga
and mind melds
and cannabis infused juice.

The power that you take from me 
reflects some sort of part of me
some past me
that I can’t see 
and you use it to 
put a spell on me
so how do I know 
who holds the wand?

And what do the cards read?
Is it three of swords 
or two of pentacles 
reflecting back at me? 

Help!

I can’t see!

You took your king and subbed it for my queen —

Oh! Look at me, I’m appropriating once again
but how do I know the real me,
when my own heritage
was diminished 
in a gas oven 
of curly haired humans 
who looked just like me!

Where are my roots?

Why am I sinking?

I use these things to deconstruct
and reconstruct all parts of me...too