i hold space
for your ferocity
& your tenderness
for your inner warrior
& your inner child
for your curiosity
& your certainty
for your memories
& your tears
i hold space
for your fury
& your mercy
for your divine love
& carnal wind
for the way you lure men
& the way you crave womyn
for your nerve
& your healing
i hold space
for your grayness
& your vivid colors
drawn outside
of thick black lines
for your fertility
& your barrenness
for your detachment
& your concern
i hold space
for our daydreams
& manifestos
for our bold schemes
& concrete actions
our rebel laughter
& midnight magic
for our circle
& our difference
i hold space
for the movement
& the missteps
for the learning lows
& hard-earned highs
be we blood
be we comrades
be we homegirls
be we wives
© 2009 by Lenelle Moïse
