Tuesday, April 25, 2017

a collection of poetry by Christeena Curtner

Here is some of my most recent work. - C 

Subway.

People
Many people in lines
waiting for the loop
hole 
Swimming
for places to sit 
Comfort is the idol
stemming 
from a heart searching 
Brimming
with an insatiable desire 
to be satisfied. 

Body. 

My body 
relentlessly vulnerable
to the desires of men
who believe that I was made for them
not now, not then.
You cannot hover over me
like a master to a slave
I refuse to create space 
for what is depraved.
But still,
He puts his hands on what is mine
I take what is mine
to draw a line
But he already has the upper-hand
I stand
clenching what is mine 
What is mine means nothing
to the desires of men
not now, not then. 

Beijing. 

Chaos ensues
As chased by 
colors of red hues
this city is bounded 
by history and newness
Beijing
where I find foreign 
synonymous with home 
forging endlessly 
so many unknowns 
calling me to stay 
in its confinements 
I find myself torn 
between the west
and the east
I am the least 
ready to say goodbye 
to the city 
where foreign 
and home coexist synonymously.

Singleness. 

Singleness
Nesting itself in sets 
of words that give meaning 
and marginalizes
Leaning
against the back of church walls
wondering if God says the church 
does he really mean us all? 
Because when you step inside 
a building that is meant 
to be building
But instead it is yielding
To society's standards of 
living 
How can you grow? 
How can you belong
to a group that doesn't know 
How to address you
How can you address people who 
don't see a whole person 
just a person not pursued?
How can they move toward someone 
and not put them into a box 
thinking they are reaching
but instead they are preaching
The covenant is real, true, it's holy 
But the body isn't the body 
if it's not addressed fully
Every person accounted 
under the headship of the One who counts
Everyone. 


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