Selected Writings
For now I look you in the eye and say
I am spontaneous combustion
I am a sexual borderline bandit
I am in-law and out-law
I am your nitty gritty
I am your primal cream
I am beyond binary
I am sexual
I am sexual
I am a free range chicken
I am a criss-cross hop scotching
If I pass
I ask
Do you hear what I’m saying?
If I pass
My light skin
I am the bone of your contention
I will not give up my freedom for safety
I will not be patronized
I am not satisfied
I have been here all along
This is a two way street
I am a sexual politic
I am a human politic
I want us to go to that naked place
Search for the place
We are the descendants and the ancestors
I want us to go to that naked place
If we do this, if we really do this
© 1994 Lani Ka‘ahumanu
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THAT NAKED PLACE
I will not be the skeleton in our family closet
I will not be your homo or heterosexual assumption
I will not be your scapegoat
I will not be controlled
I will not be contained
I will not betray my truth
I am fluid motion seeking her compliment
I am language searching for new meaning
I am social construction looking to change
a traitor to the cause
connected at your hip
raw naked to the bone
shameless fluid desire
come home
I am your forbidden dream
without category
without gendered reference points
riding the chemistry
as it unfolds
don’t fence me in
I can cockadoodle doo your do
and lay with the best of your hens
ready or not here I come
boat rocking radical
in a swiftly shifting paradigm
heading towards the next millennium
for other than what I am
do you feel safer?
where do you draw your lines?
whose back do you watch?
who do you include?
for other than what I am
do you feel safer?
My female lover
when I have one,
or for that matter,
My male lover
when I have one,
are tickets
to games
I don’t want to play
I am the white noise whisper that will not cease
I am the muddy waters, the complication, the confusion of issues
I will not be tokenized
I will not be tolerated, and
I will not be quiet
with the concessions bisexuals have been given
Just who is it
who thinks
they are giving what
to whom?
I have as much to give,
as I am given
free to follow the geography of my desire
carving out new language
in a time when there are no pat answers
where terror
and the desire for justice
lives inside our souls
that remembers,
we are family,
we are a tribe, one among many
we are connected and dependent upon the earth,
the air we breathe,
the food we eat,
the water we drink,
and each other
where we remember the truth,
for the truth is all we have,
and, the truth is all we need
we can influence the flow of evolution,
by risking being part of the change
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