The Ized and Ied Collective

ana morales

The Ized and Ied Collective

My body your choice. Its mere existence Offends and arouses you.

My body commodified Turned to dust and rot. Just add water. Mix and repeat.

My body colonized Taken again and again and again Throughout different lifetimes. It bends and twists For your twisted pleasure.

My body fetishized Supple and soft Oriental tease Master of seduction And slave for you and you alone.

My body objectified Infantilized and then fertilized. Pit against other bodies. Virginal and untouched flesh From God’s own cheek. Product of obsession And disorder.

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My body re-organized Cut up and disassembled Disemboweled Put back together New and clean.

My body terrified Unmoving and silent beneath yours.

My body singular but intact. Just one Of the many bodies ied and ized.

My body part of a greater whole Silenced for so long But never silent.

My body their body We’ve felt the same unwanted touch The same unwanted gaze. Our individual bodies Coming together A single entity burdened With a higher purpose.

Our bodies an ocean Holding secrets of our mothers past Possessing the ability to feed life And to destroy Those who wish to contain us.

Our bodies uncontainable Undefinable and fluid. Uniquely our own yet intimately tied To the cosmos.

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No fixed state except State of unrest. Unrest and unease tighten their hold Until the threads of Forbearance Snap.

My body our body We are the ized and ied collective Coming to collect our dues And the dues of all those you’ve Commodified and fetishized Fertilized infantilized Categorized demoralized Sterilized monopolized Gentrified romanticized Objectified dehumanized Enough.

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