Rage Slinger

Dear Fire Starters,
I’ve collected the clues you and I left behind
scattered in a trail of the years
We wear on these bodies

Within this skin
Hard fought battles
Saturate our blood with
Oxygenated creativity

We collectively bleed and sling
With our voices, our fingers,
Our hands and these bodies

My sassy sisters
Come in closer
For this may begin slow and steady
But the sparks are gonna fly
Magical sparks that will forever join us

You and I
We have found each other
We are tethered together

Our ancestors tears
Puddle as ink
Used for each new executive order signed

Hear me on this my rosebuds
It’s time to spin a rebellion

We women
Have to talk about
This collective pain in the pussy
Breathing down our crotches

Telling us what we can and can’t wear
Telling us how to live our lives
Telling us to use our bodies for their prize money
Telling us why we can or can’t vote
Telling us what we can and can’t do

What would it mean to
Embrace feminine energy
Without guilt
Listening to our intuition

What would it mean
To weave crowns
Of the blood and sweat
Of the victories of our beloved
Sister ancestors

Dancing in tune to
The beat of our cyclical existence
Allowing the restoration
These bodies crave

We are here to create sparks
Of hope together
And hope is painted by the women
who’ve had enough

Change is created by the women
Who breathe fire from the
Years of gaslighting

We’re starting fires together
We’re burning this shit down

When was the last time
You rebelled

What made you rebel
What did your rebellion look like

What did it feel like

I don’t know about y’all
But
I have come here
To chew bubble gum
And kick some ass

I will not be unmemorizing my existence
For the autocracy’s fairy tale

It’s time for a foul mouthed revolution
They will not be taking us backwards
Othering us
And feeding propaganda to our young

My sisters
You and I
We have found each other
We will not become upholstered ghosts
In the museum of what it means to be us

We are gonna make sparks together
We’re starting fires together
We’re burning down this patriarchy
We will not be leaving this world with
Pieces of broken regret glued to us like skin

We are the fire starters
We are the rage slingers
We are here to kick some ass

Camilla Downs, 2024