A River

(About non-binary identity)

My shores transform— reflecting the light of my moods, the pull of my tides, the depth of my river, ever-changing, bending— no one can define my flow (But me).

My breasts, My divine goddess energy, I am this, and I am more— I’m more than that shape, that name, that gaze, more than the lines drawn around me.

My hips, my gentle moves. I am them, and I am more— more than softness, more than strength, more than what was offered to me, more than what was forced, expected, more than what is seen.

My moon cycles, my uterus. I want to birth a child, to hear it call me “mama.” I am her, and I am more.

My river spills and washes off the norms, becoming more, becoming море (Russian: "mo-REH" means the sea).

I am a mythic being; the Goddess shaped me in her image and likeness, the union of cosmic dust and elements, through time and space— coincidence of встреч (Russian: "vstrech" means encounters).

I am a she, a her, a they, and them — I’m everything I want, and everything I can contain.

No questions asked.

Because no one dares to question a river