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Intersection: A Poem

A poem about my belongings and how they intersect with my counselling philosophy and positionality: Published in a 2018 issue of Murmurations: A Journal of Transformative Systemic Practice


Intersection

Shall I speak to you of my skin: bleached birthright

Born of blood and unseen despair

Child of colonization speaking with the tongues of conqueror and conquered

Twisted in the double helix shared breath of ancestry

Haunted no man's land; the privilege and poverty

Of too many voices, too many stories, too many contradictions

To ever safely claim any.


Would that I see you within the shared skin-hunger of mammalian longing

Map the shape of your scars until I have learned

The colour of all that has hurt you

held you

made you

unmade you


Shall I speak to you of my body politics: pregnant expectations

Grown within cisgender womb words

Daughter, sister, mother

Umbilical of beauty myths nursed and nursing

Sung in the oblivious voice of Patriarchy's lullaby

Platinum hair, blue eyes, not defense enough

To exempt me, to raise me, to save me

From the degradation of objectification.


Would that I see you within the fluxing fluidity of altered spectrums

Trace the artistry of your portraiture until I understand

The ownership of choice of all that has claimed you

rejected you

assaulted you

esteemed you


Shall I speak to you of my economics: Class(room) learnings

Bred in degrees and elitist fairytales

Princess in the land of opportunity dressed in the finery of power and flowed science empiricism

Schooled in the divorce story downward mobility of (un)happy endings

Shifting stability: The gratitude and shame

Of all the charity, all the hustle, all the subsidy

Within the provisions of worth


Would that I see you within the vast richness of life experiences

Open the gifts of your resilience until I buy

The tangents of fate of all that has fed you

starved you

stolen you

gained you


Shall I speak to you of my worship: goddess voice

Summoned in rite and rolled eye ridicule

Priestess of paganism dancing invisible within the fervorous rights to freedom and fear

Brought to knee in the social church of Ignorance's (in)tolerance

Fetishized outlier; the villainy and veneration

of sacred worship, sacred sexuality, sacred oneness

Exalted on lips stained with hypocrisy


Would that I hear you in all the languages of divinity

Cultivate the transformations of humility until I revere

The world view etiology of all that has created you

destroyed you

damned you

absolved you


Shall I speak to you of my pain: triparitate alienation

Held in the unknown third space

Student of solipsism living in the disparity of connection and disconnection

Shadow identities grouped by the commonality of their difference

Existential loneliness; the prerogative and suffering of what is known, what is told, what is shown

To survive untethered alone


Would that I know you within the complexity of contradictions

Ask the questions you long to have answered until I know

The multitudes of belonging that have wanted you

abandoned you

excluded you

overlapped you


Shall I speak or shall I listen

Would that I have open hands, open mind, open eyes

For in the expertise of my process I know

I don't know you without the shared lived experience of your voice, your story

Only when I have heard may I speak

Would that I be the bridge between

Story & Voice


Hunt, Andrea (2018). Intersection: a poem. Murmurations: Journal of Transformative Systemic Practice, 1, 2, 103-106.https://doi.org/10.28963/1.2.9







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