I Am No More the “Other”

I don’t merely survive
I rejuvenate and revive,
From the dregs of impasse
The apogee I surpass,
The umbilical cord dives
Impregnating oceans of lives,
I blush and bloom
Still the future I loom,
From the verdure of my femininity
Elevating nadir of anonymity,
I’m not my body
I’m not my sex,
The corporeal incarceration
I reject,
Deconstructing gender roles
I transverse,
When time heralds
I reverse,
I’m the mother
I’m the father,
I’m the eternity
I’m no more the “other”.