Sheena's Bio
(All poems written by Sheena L. Young)
I
arrive with no pretense
I
bring myself in its fullness to the table
I
stagger.
I
bleed.
My
age comes with an assumption.
My story comes with a history.
They
will find me marked in the forest
Bound
by sin.
Suffocated
by cycles.
Lifeless
by reason.
Reason
being insanity.
They
will find the sun,
Think
it trivial, a girls night out,
A
moment of rebellion and young excitement.
They
will find the sun and not find me.
They
will find life,
Etched
on my back.
My
self proclamation,
To
let live.
LIVE.
They
will think it an exploration of history,
A
desperate attempt to find myself.
I
am here.
You
were lost, and I let you find me
They
will note the shapes.
Think
it juvenile.
Think
it a Hollywood trend.
Equate
it with oversized sunglasses and wedge heels or rainboots.
They
will think.
I
will know.
I
bore the scars.
I
wore the reminder of your sin.
And
now, I wear the mark of my self proclamation.
They
will find me in the forest.
They
will say I lost my way home.
They
will say I ran from a darkness
And
perhaps
Years
later,
In
a new school of thought.
They
will finally know the attainment of self
I
will say it before it starts.
before
this metamorphosis is complete.
its
all just a thought process now.
one
day i will denounce
disown
disengage
from my ideology &
indoctrination
of
Christianity
and
i'll take on something else
all
together.
When
given the option, I only click Protestant.
I
am not conservative.
The
only thing conservative about me
is
that I would be a stay at home mom
and
bake home made apple pies,
soups,
brownies,
and
pasta's for my adopted children.
but
in order to be a stay at home mom,
i'd
need to have a conservative attitude and lifestyle.
At
this rate, I might be married by forty.
I
am not conservative.
And
I am not a fundamentalist.
I
am too care free to be that.
I
doubt my faith rest on my beliefs of the bible's literal historical records.
Jesus
will forgive me if I haven't decided if I am post tribulational blah blah
bullshit.
I
am not an evangelical
A
radical zealot proclaiming the good news
that
Jesus only resides in the limits of my ideas of faith.
And
I loosely hold on to being a "Christian"
because
in our culture
Christianity
and Same Sex Orientation can not co-exist.
I
would forsake the label of Christian in order to love my friends completely
without
them feeling limited to be themselves
I
cling to Protestant, for now, because that's all I know.
I
bought the book, "Living Yoga"
I
am giving in to my more granola tendencies
Only
buying shampoo from the Body Shop because it promotes free trade and helps
someone in Ghana
And
slowly, I am converting to a liberal Jew.
I
will get this all sorted
before
I mark my body.
My
spirit is not equal to god.
The
totality of my existence is.
My
body is blessed with his holiness too.
It
is not the root of my darkness.
Had
Adam only been spirit,
he
still would have managed to fuck it all over.
My
spirit is composed of energy.
Not
the virtuous representation of the lord.
My
lips, they are his image too.
He
proclaimed my body a temple.
It
can be holy too.
My
soul brings it all together.
Morality.
Legality.
Virtue.
Misdemeanors.
My
body was not the sole criminal.
My
reason..., which dwells in my soul, was an accomplice.
My
spirit, which had no voice, sat by and let it happen.
They
are all guilty.
And
they are all holy.
I
have been completely touched by god.
I
will not separate it all.
I
will not blame this choice on flesh.
It
was all me.
I
will not make it easy to disengage.
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