I Make My Own Freedom
In this ongoing series I explore the continuation and disruption of tradition. Using my grandmothers crochet needle, I make a blanket, a shield of protection over my wife who identifies as trans fem non-binary and myself who identifies as gender fluid. We sit and ponder on the soft love we have molded in our garden, wondering if our ancestors are happy with the latest iteration of themselves. the result is the poetry and images you see below.
Making as Key
You are naked but also covered
What covers you is of your own making
You are liberated on the inside and the outside
You are more than what we see
You are you
There is a gate you can climb
There is a door where your hands are
A key in the crochet needle
That our grandmother also held
And the double stitch
In which mended a certain belief
That you are
of your own making
The New Woman
Ghetto Body
Soft Body
Home Body
No body
Known Body
Bold body
Who sees you?
Big body
Little body
Tall body
Short body
Black body
Gay body
Who sees you?
Weak body
Strong body
Fast body
Slow body
Work body
Work body
Who sees you?
You do.