I tell her: “Mom, when God planted my assignment inside your womb, it was a mistake. Wrong. So I crawled into your womb to fix it. And to find God. I looked. God was missing. I looked harder. Dad was missing too, nowhere near your pleasure palace. But I found my assignment, and read it. — “girl”, “lesbian”, “butch”. THe labels never fit. I changed everything, planted new seeds based on faith, belief, hope. Faith in my hope and belief that I’m no butch-lesbian-woman but someone else. I put the seeds inside my own womb. Then I gave birth to my self. Transition. Now you’re looking at a god, flesh wounds and everything.
Nick Mwaluko, “Asymmetrical We” from issue 8 of OP Magazine
(Source: mekhimorphosis)
Reblogged from reconcile instead of run.
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