Written and performed as a component of “My Intimate Companion, My Body” by Community Choreography Projects, Barrie Barton, Artistic Director
Presented as delivered verbatim, 15 May ’16,
“You man enough?”
There’s a box to check, M or F, the crossing of chromosomes X and Y,
And of my time, how to measure that?
All those rites of passage, and the wrongs left behind?
Categorically I am male, Caucasian, American by persuasion
I prefer Earthling-
I’ve been many things in this lifetime…
I’ve been tadpoles, black holes, bottle rockets, holes in pockets,
Birdfeather, turbulent weather, purple flowers, passionate hours,
“How much adds up to make me man enough?”
The answer, I think, is more in the soul’s eye and the mind’s dreaming than in a
Banner’s star spangling or whatever’s anatomically dangling,
It’s your own meaning, your own re-birth panging.
My feet are tree roots that pulse to the heart of the Mother-
My guts: clusters of garnets and rubies, my lungs:
Sails of ancient ships plying deep waters-
My head is in the stars, from whence it came.
I am just like everyone else.
Men, Women, Trans, Genderqueer,
The time is now to forsake duality, and flush the fear.
Let not your body be concealed by a shroud of should-be
Be unbound, fly the sky infinite, beyond the what, where and why
Of the ordinary to classify, to have the power to say
“Spirit is the gender that I identify.”
Receive these words as an invitation, an exhalation… [exhale]
Spirit is the gender that I identify.
Find a box to check- for that.