Are You Ready To Date?
It is not whether I am ready
It is whether this man is ready
Ready to be surrounded by the mana of my sisters
A man who is proud of my sisters
A man who is not afraid or confined by my sisters
Who feels light with my sisters
Who does not need attention from my sisters
He is aware of their power and acknowledges this truth
With humility and grace
Like every brother should
A man who protects the sacredness of my sisters
By staying the fuck out of our sacredness
Who can laugh with my sisters,
And be silent for my sisters
Ebb and flow with my sisters
And know that my sisters are fluid, are motion, are sun, and earth, and birth
A man who is inspired by my sisters
When they fly, my sisters
He admires the view
Of spread wings, feathered and free
Without a word
He aligns his focus
On making pathways for sisters
Knowing my sisters are his
Knowing my sisters are me.
A man who is free of judgement, who is self aware
Aware some of my sisters are now brothers,
And brothers are now sisters
And some who are neither
But still fill all of my senses
With Love, With Respect and all the things are loving home needs
With which he nurtures without toxic masculinity
Because my home is my womb
It gives life to all who reside in and if he were ready
Than perhaps I am too.
