i spent weeks building stronger, taller fences to keep raven's from stealing our chicken's eggs. in this post i reflect on what that process taught me about boundaries, and calling in abundance.
i wrote this poem after spending a month in a women's center multiple times a week. it was around this time that i started using the pronoun 'they'. the poem explores childhood experiences, what i understand femme to mean, and how all of this relates to a binary gendered space like a women's center - a space which i both hold deep reverence for and also feel uncomfortable in for a number of reasons.
this piece is about what prevents witches from coming to terms with our magic and being out about our experiences and perspectives. it touches on mental health, stigma and ancestral trauma.