Lilith (20cm x 20cm, Oil on Linen)
The Shape of A Woman
(from the poem collection “Dear Patriarchy, A Flower For Your Grave”)
What is the shape of a woman?
It is our breasts, our scars
Our skin, our hair
Our uterus
And nothing more
“My sister!”
She cried.
At the moment a soul so bright
Was reduced to the shape of a woman.
The window looked out
Onto city streets, ablaze with a looming fire
Blood and ash intertwine
As roaring voices in the distance
Harmonize with the quiet weeping by your side
Into a perfect cacophony of grief and fury
As they have decided
That she didn’t fit
The shape of a woman
That they didn’t fit
The shape of a woman
That he didn’t fit
The shape of a woman
Because he cut off his breasts, and they shaved their hair
And she wanted to wear her hijab
Differently this year
As red fills our field of vision
In this sisterhood of blood
Who are they to decide
What’s the shape of a woman?
About the Writer
Lucifer Morningstar (they/them)
22, from Shanghai. Jazz composer and vocalist, bassist, painter, poet, abolitionist. 3rd year at Senzoku Gakuen College of Music, Jazz and American Music Program.
Instagram: @nonbinaryjazzmagician Email: ayloranoel6661@gmail.com
Edited by Emiru Okada