I can still bloom.
I can still bloom
This fruit upon my chest
I want to bare no more
The garden between my legs
Ashamed of it's crop
I reap what I sow
but my needle is bare
Trapped in a contour
Hostage to the male gaze
This baren fruit is rotten
My crop unfit for harvest
I never asked to be a garden
For a prairie was my dream
This binary barricade
Inadequate for the two spirited
Cascading out of female
As Mercury in Retrograde
Let me be fluid like the moon
Forever changing phases.