body built cathedral

The daughters were never afraid. They were occupied.

my lineage did not fear the fire 

they feared the men who built the cages around it 

called the cages virtue 

called the shrinking holy 

called the trembling obedience 

our bodies weren’t afraid – 

they were occupied 

colonized 

scripted into silence by a god with a father-voice and hands that burned when we said no 

we did not flinch because we were weak 

we vanished because visibility was death 

dissociation wasn’t fragility – 

it was strategy 

divinity hiding in the rafters until the swords passed 

i carry a bloodline of women who swallowed their own names so we could live 

i did not inherit fear 

i inherited survival 

i inherited genius 

i inherited the art of disappearing so thoroughly the body forgot it once was a temple

and now – i return 

i walk back into the body they abandoned for me shaking 

i meet the terrified child inside my ribs 

smooth her hair 

press my forehead to hers 

and whisper: you may rest now 

i am here to burn 

i wrap her in softness, kiss her closed eyelids tuck her beneath quilts of honey and bone and tell her stories of a world where fire is not danger but birthright 

and then – i turn to the sky 

to the fathers and their thrones 

to every god who mistook control for worship and i open my mouth like a spell: 

watch me 

watch us return to our bodies 

watch what happens when the daughters stop hiding i am not afraid of the fire 

i am the fire

and feel every ancestor exhale through me as i ignite

corrinke

corrinke is a poet, story doula, and olympic weightlifter who believes gutwrenching doesn't have to be heavy. she writes about bodies, bloodlines, and the long work of returning to yourself — and occasionally lifts very large things as proof that the body remembers what the mind forgot. based in ericeira, portugal, where the atlantic is rude and she fits right in.

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