Femifesting Reproductive Liberation

Collective Visioning Poetry Tool

An exquisite corpse is a collaborative poem created one line at a time and this tool was created as part of a cultural strategy for Trans Day of Resilience by Kemi, Prerna and Amy. This is a simplified version for the Unlearning session about the Femifesto for Reproductive Liberation. Please put in your own visions as line of poetry starting with "Reproductive Liberation is..."

Reproductive Liberation is…

  • love without policing, rooted in safety
  • The pure bliss from a bite of one of my grandmas fresh sopapillas, still hot, pillowy soft, and drizzled with gooey honey.
  • the sound of kids giggling with their elders (of which there are many) after conflict. No hitting. No time out. Giggles.
  • Reproductive Liberation, it is the root to all freedom struggles,
  • Black. Black. BLACK.
  • sounds like sweet humming from a mama whose being taken care of
  • the warmth of being held close by someone you love to make you whole again
  • not being expected to have kids
  • like the potluck you never forget, where everyone shows up eager to share their food and laugh with strangers and friends alike.
  • tastes like a soothing tincture made from the medicine harvested on land back
  • Our children are free, safe, and living long lives.
  • the warm sun on my face with a gently breeze blowing.
  • Trans women done taking shit from police, Compton Cafeteria, August '66, Tenderloin, San Francisco
  • living into who I am, who we are and who will be in a future that we speak, write, illustrate, score and manifest into existence
  • The laughter from the 4 generations sitting the living room on christmas eve reminiscing about our family's lifetimes
  • the right to feel pleasure
  • As I close my eyes, I can see my heart being taken by the wind and it does not fear being and where it is going.
  • warmth, life, creativity, connectedness, ease, love love, water gentle waves, sun rising setting, vanilla pine, rain on desert
  • not having to deal with the male gaze
  • feeling good in my skin
  • a gaggle of queerdos choosing each other, village-raising free Black babies
  • collective care
  • the ability to make decisions about my body & family's future without fear
  • waking up under warm covers, not needing to get up right away, and feeling a sense of wellbeing that you can just be your self
  • reproductive liberation wraps every family in unconditional love and care
  • My body and your body; they belong to us. Not to a country, or community, or another person.
  • the sound of elders taking a deep breath when the children they love come out and the ruffle of clothes as they hug each other
  • the freedom to live black and gender non conforming, the ability to give my ancestors that freedom through me
  • speaking in our native tongues. non-english. bathala na.
  • Using the same language that was brought to this land from Sky Woman
  • Invite fire back to heal the land