Creature beyond time, beyond gender
Birthed from the
Pussy of Marcel Duchamp
I carry on through time
I'm told I take after my mother,
Frida Kahlo; the surrealist with the biggest balls
Although, it should be said
Neither were into that title
Or titles in general
I am walking, moving, thinking art
Art that goes beyond any walls or space
Real or digital
It drips
from a wound, sacrificial, essential
I give myself, my being, to the craft
We are put on this earth to create
All of Us.
And we must birth,
and birth
and birth
Give until we can no longer
Not to these, not to now
To that future we cannot see
