I Am

Girl

I was not born to be polite and adapt my being to meet your level of conformity

I was not born to grow my hair, paint my face and shape my body to fit your ideals of beauty

I was not born to speak in a quiet, regulated tone and only utter careful words to fit the walls of your voice

I was not born to gingerly harness my thoughts and curiosity to dance to the structure of your ideas alone

I was not born to walk cautiously or run in fear because your legs are more important than mine

 

I was born kind, strong, fragile and authentic and of so much more

I have no walls or box to fit in to

I fly high above without barriers and on my own

I was born beautiful, look in my eyes and drink my smile if it is me you truly want to know

Age, society and magazine covers define nothing and frame antiquated ideas of long ago

I was born with raging intellect and a thirst to feel, learn and grow

I do not hold hands with those who can see nothing more

You are not welcome to come for dinner, my table is set for those of substance

My food is for us alone

I was born to dance, run and move my soul as it is free

I have no need to puppet myself because I am standing on your perceived floor

 

I am me

I am a woman

Don’t let your preconceived notions of that hit your ass on the way out the door

 

~Alisa Hutton

 

While You Wait

train-station

Perhaps there is value and patience learned in showing up for a train that is delayed

Trusting in know it is slowly finding its way

A passenger must question with the same trust and know

When we show up and wait for a train who has clearly derailed

Who only knows departure, never an arrival

Who jumps the tracks by nature and design

As you sit by the rails, stationed in your wait

Think about the train you wish to get on

Is it is simply running late

Or

Will it dangerously arrive

Derailing once more

Taking you out while you wait

In natural stride

~Alisa Hutton

She Reminds Me

in-our-love

She reminds me

I do not fear those of anger or ignorance

I worry not of their indignant beliefs

She reminds me

My strength is in my heart, not in limb or lash of words

Cry, laugh and be

For anything else is societies watered down version of magnificence

She reminds me

Danger is never loving with too much generosity

Danger is being too scared to generously love

She reminds me

If the dust of apathy settles on me, it settles on her

If we stop loving with the capacity we are born with

She reminds me

There will be no hope for us or them

For it is in our love

We are alive

She reminds me

~Alisa Hutton