Tuesday, 11 September 2018

The empowering poetry of B.Elae


B.Elae is a poet and spoken word performer from Indiana, and has been writing since her youth. She is currently working with individuals in recovery but is working towards opening her own international resource line for survivors of domestic violence, sexual assault, and trafficking. She plans to work with victims internationally and is also working on a woman empowerment campaign. Her work has been featured in the 'Wild Women's Medicine Circle' journal, '45Mag', 'New Views in Gender', 'The Good Quote' and she's also currently working on her second poetry and letters book.

Check out some more of her poetry and activism on her social media:

Instagram & Facebook - @b.elae



She was built for winter...
Not the winters down south,
but the winters up north
where snow layered over streets 
and intrusively snagged at your kneecaps

And even then, 

she'd clamp hold of a gravity of her own,
and parade through collections of snow like it was nothing
She toted grocery bags to fill up the cabinets enough
to name every vegetable,
and the fridge enough to leave a reserved spot
for the recycled jug of water shared amongst the household.
She could make furniture out of crates, once burnt orange,
and she could hold a note that could fill the stomachs of starved men.
She was familiar with war
-and that stopped her none-
as she'd cover her long days errorlessly,
and then scurry back to her roost
to feed the mouths of her children
She found ways others failed to coin,
and if there were even a moment where she could sit still,
you'd miss it if you blinked
She'd a torso that not only prospered in birthing two babies,
but one that carried them, 
right on top of teenaged scabs left unattended
She never missed a show, a race, or a performance,
and she picked pennies out of concrete to pay for it all
56 with a broadened back completely kept,
and almond eyes still cunning though 
most are blinded by their own misuse of Earth
And though her soul feels spent,
You can still see light that was not for sale.
She hauled a certain kind of love,
and lugged mettle,
And everything could be stripped from her,
but there was no taking that away.

Mom.
-B.Elae, "Steel Shoulders"





She's bursting of radiant glitches, courage, and outlawed rebellion.

Witty and driven by unrelenting ambition and tinted blisters.
She is excessively and unexcessively observed
-often nudged and left unfastened-
and always required to rebuild herself 
                             every 
                                single 
                                     time.
             And nothing for her is ever without toil, 
             though she never asks for simplicity, 
             but solely a place where the weight
             of her own story doesn't crinkle her back bones.
             She is the yolk of sunsets and the sweepings of
             whatever makes a crescent moon luster.
             They say she's hair-raising...
             yet, no one is careful in how they hold her.
             And she is often nudged and left unfastened,
             and can, still, in some sort, rebuild herself
                                             every
                                                 single
                                                     time.
                                  
-B.Elae, "Jela's Pyramid"






III.
"There are girls who never share themselves completely, 
only during certain spells
And if they hold themselves together,
then no one can ever tell
They'd weigh up against a world, 
but always sought it through
Most familiar with themselves,
with no one else to hold onto..."



IV.
Adequate but never adequate enough

for anyone who seen her simply 

as a widened rib cage to sublet without warrant.

Nothing more than a temporary pleasure,

and always left to be unhinged by the time they’d taken what they’d come for.

She was ripped at the seams by the hands of tactless borrowers, 

and then sluggishly pasted together-

loosely tying her insides back together just to have them severed again.

...Because-as always- everyone needed her to exist,

...as she was fighting for the chance to.

-B.Elae


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