ashes to exordium

poetry from the experimental film ‘ashes to exordium, 2020  

from the clouds I have seen
the birds of hope drowning
and trees mourning their roots

like the wombs you kill with ignorance
and jokes of domination
singing in compliance

don’t tell me to be pretty
don’t tell me to be quiet
don’t tell me to be well behaved

I’m wearing a skirt a bit too tight
and high heels not really comfortable
and my bra leaves marks on my skin

from the mountains I have seen
the horses riding despair
and my sorrow dancing with the fog

the other night I was sleeping and
this witch visited me
and told me

you’re one of us
you’re one of us

from the dreams with night woke up
remember ache my body has to move
my brain is bigger than your limits

from the agony of wombs
remember with steam my crystal voice
my body is wider than your gaze

I can see my shirt expand like a phoenix
I can see my skin becoming a dress
I feel my blood turning into strength

a dress of power
the gown of my own love
out loud

this is the dress of my own power
my shoulders spreading
over your land of constraining rules

weaved with threads of power
sewed with knots of disobedience
worn with ferocity

this dress is my power
growing silk over your street of distress
made with the fibre of hope

this dress is a spell of warrior
pretty girl has become
rebellious voice
insubordinate soul

  
                                         - Camille Dedenise