being a woman means being beautiful
Boxing the Female
NATASHA LE BEL
| I saw myself inside again I saw myself inside a box which had no bottom, front nor face only sides, four, closing in at right angles and me crouching low within the dark interior I saw myself inside again I saw myself a box inside which kept me as I grew and grew too large and round for this or did the box continue to shrink and tighten into a passionate claustrophia I saw inside again myself I saw a box inside myself I was open and unclothed without hair or shadow to hide my feminie geometry which molds and holds the woman I was then and that I am now but it was so so dark where it was bare where I was uncovered lying undiscovered there fragile and awkward in the iron emptiness I began and I begin coming out of myself again I am coming into my form my born body new and gravid with musical sensuality strong and proud from deep inside this box I am no longer kept I am no longer held as a precious token beauty nor quiet prize nor secret pleasure I am my own ugliness outside this dark hard fist of walls and corners crushing my living mind, the blooming human pattern of my chemistry through pouring rocks of ferocious silence that you impose I will turn over my bones inside my skin and shatter these walls with my song I will sing my ripe real me out loud with body and heart and brain all beating against each other in a heightening passion and I am opening this box for you for myself I am the naked light inside. |
