Crazy me

Category: Poems | Tags: Gender, Identity, Men, Women

 

Call me crazy because I enjoy the thrill of the chase,
seducing the deer caught in my blaze
Call me crazy because fire leaps from me,
propelling impulsive decisions with which you don’t agree
Call me crazy because I eat as much as – or more than – you
Or know more capital cities
(Tórshavn Paramaribo Windhoek)
Or live a life without fear of
judgement
consequence
banalities

Call me crazy because
I know what I want
How to get it
From whom
And when
Timing is everything
the place irrelevant
That I am untethered between earth and sky
between love and thought

But wait
It’s not crazy to be frightened by a woman who knows her spirit
the air around jumping to her beat
It’s not crazy to interrupt her world
tell her
she’s intimidating
she’s fierce
out there
in your jungle
where without being a warrior
She’d be defenceless
She’d be dependent
She’d be demure
quiet
Her girlyness awaiting your rescue
protection from your shame
at her unstinting understanding that she is your equal
Call me crazy
I call you crazy

Let’s end this now
Accept I am the same as you
Crazy is as crazy does

 

For Jane Austen 
Dubai March 2019



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