My Brother

Art: Nychenda Fecunda and Jasmijn van der Linden 

Art: Nychenda Fecunda and Jasmijn van der Linden 

my brother

is stitched out of the night sky

with grey clouds on his lips

he grows like the moon each night

and washes me with soft water every morning

after swallowing a burning world

the night before

 

my brother is stitched out of the night sky 

with a head full of birds that tel stories of surprises

but most don't speak the language of night skies

I have seen him fold his black bones

leaving constellations to drown in the ground

-Jemima 

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We're revealing our true colours. Showing the most human parts of women that we're often told to hide because it's considered ugly, unfeminine, barbaric, crazy or impulsive. But why does being a women mean being any less human? We, women, can be angry too. We can rage with burning fire. Scream and send spit flying through the air. We can cry and sob until snot runs out of our nose and we won't wipe it away. We can lay down, relax and be care free with our rolls of fat prominently in view. Realistically chilling. We will dance and feel sheer bliss and happiness and not mind that it may look silly to you. 

- Nychenda Fecunda and Jasmijn van der Linden