All my  life I have been told my body was wrong.

I have been told that how i move through my body is wrong.

I have been told that the curves and crevices of my body are wrong.

I have been told that I how I express and animate my body is wrong.

Limp wrist: WRONG

Hands on Hips?: WRONG

Blemished Skin: WRONG

Less than a 12 inch dick? WRONG

Acne: WRONG

Fluidity in your walking?: WRONG

The messages naming my wrongness came from so many places:

My father: “Stop fucking standing with your wrist limp!” as he slaps my wrists

My Mother: “You wanna be a girl? ( too my mother and to many, they are apparently horrible things to be, i learned as a young person) take your hands off your hips!

My grandmother: Look at yo’ face! All them damn pimples! Sometimes it makes me sick to look at you.

My social circle: Why you so skinny?  You aint cute cuz you bright.  Why cant your skin look like that guys? You aint got no (fill in the blank) muscles, pecks, booty, abs etc.

The media: Buy (insert product here) to make yourself more: attractive, desirable, worthy of love, worthy of affection, a valuable member of society, a part of the in crowd..or in summation:

BUY THIS

WEAR THIS
DO THIS
LIKE THIS

LIVE THIS

SO YOU WONT BE WRONG.

Cause you dont want to be one of those “WRONG PEOPLE.”

And who were the wrong people?

The wrong people were women, the wrong people were disabled, the wrong people were gay, queer, trans, the wrong people didnt have “dominant fashion sensibilities” the wrong people were dark skinned, or “too lite” or bi-racial, the wrong people were poor, the wrong people didnt have $100 tennis shoes.

The wrong people sometimes were those who gave little less of a fuck about social hierarchy and participating in constantly internalizing the “matrix narratives.”

All my life, I’ve been wrong.

And intellectualizing it didn’t help much.

Coming into awareness of the system we live in,and the intricate ways in continues to chisel on our self worth in order for it to continue didnt neccessarily translate into a wholistic healing self revolution. For if it’s one thing i have learned, the intellect is just one medium through which transformation must occur; with the absence of a feeling & intuitive transformation that ultimately must ground to become matter, intellectualizing this was not even, “half the battle”. each day as I go out and as I go within i must remember….

I am not wrong. None of us are. I am Remembering: Comparison is a tool used by those with a lack of imagination and a disrespect for divine order. We were not meant to be carbon copies of each other or factory forged replicas of a fierce lie someone named beauty.

But the standards and rulers remain…they are in our minds..stretched along our pupils…we do it so instinctively now..evaluate. judge. Fix. Wrong. Too ( fill in the blank)  wrong. wrong.

But we are not wrong.

We are the lite of the cosmos

We are conjured coagulant crescent quantum stars

crashing against the crust of this conundrum of lies someone sired as reality

we are dreamweavers and sorcerors

deciphering the kemetic codes

looking for the lost languages lacerated from our tongues

we are quartz.

crystals

continuing

to remember

a time

and place

where people were wise

enough to know..

we are not wrong.

We are not wrong.

We are.

-Yolo