I want to exist

I want to exist among kindred hearts.

I want to exist among a tribe of women with whom when I bleed in their presence

they are not fazed

but take my hand to join in the tribal dancing with blood marking my thighs.

I want to be in a home where my tears are not instructed to stop pouring

instead, I am taken to the mountains to loudly releases them.

I long to be bonded with humans who look at my open heart, and regardless of its state, they joyfully carry it with their warm hands.

I want to occupy an earth of vulnerability,

an earth of deep feelers,

an earth where existing is enough to be a valid human being who is worthy of glory.