Rebel Bridge Building
I was born a bridge
A teeny tiny sickly little bridge
a plank really
didn’t really seem like I would make it from one place to another
Looked more like a brief line in the sand
Told I could be ANYTHING much more than my scaffolding
could challenge structures. bridge ideas. up hold a standard
Sturdy resilient women were counting on me.
It’s just what we do. What is necessary. What we should.
But you always worried about me
I didn’t cry didn’t complain so quiet you could almost forget about me
fell asleep after one chi chi
Took me so long just to speak my first word.
I was a baby who traveled so neatly under your huipil several weeks after I was born
with you, speaking on behalf of women from this continent
words careful studied not too proud but necessarily round
from the intellect. Research from the ground
equally competent women traveling internationally conferring to build strategy and solidarity
serious business representing a hundred different countries
soften when they see this tiny milk drunk baby
so calm among the urgent business of organization,
intellect and influencing the powers that be to save humans from these policies
for
babies
like
me
I am passed around
so peaceful
comfortable in each woman’s arms
women smelling of earth and dignity.
but along the way I would pick up all these anxieties that I was not enough
I would escape into the silences in between
It would take a long time before I learned I could use my bridge building skills to just connect all the parts of me
Freeing up so much time worrying that I was meant to fall.
Would you know about the weight I would carry when I learned I was joining territories?
My fight with responsibility, duty and authority
That my body’s desires, my intuitive impulses would betray me,
My serious need to laugh at rules, rub up against destiny and play close to the edge
before I would
give in, forgive, let go, have faith,
Let someone in… just a little bit.
Love much more than family identity and community.
Let
you…
Let Me…
Love
me.