I’m Not Your Earth Mother.

I am a human being.

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I am not your Earth Mother. I am not your Goddess. I do not have to repeatedly take the high road, turn the other cheek. I’m not a stepping stone on your path. I’m not here to teach you some wisdom that you can package and mass produce and sell.

I’m not here to teach you any lesson.

I am not your Earth Mother. You’re not going to use my brown skin and “sturdy” genes and frame. I don’t want to hear that I’m closer to nature than you are, which is really your way of saying I don’t fit into your world, your success, your rules of wealth and ownership. I don’t appreciate your infantalizing as a compliment. I don’t appreciate the way you try to define me in “savage” and “primitive” terms. You call me natural; you mean “unevolved.”

I don’t appreciate the duo — Me, the natural brown teacher, who can be sexy and have your children and make you a better person, while expecting nothing — And you, the person who amasses wealth until he’s ready to settle down with someone more “like him.”

I am not your Earth Mother. I am not special and I do not want to be. I am not above wanting material goods. I am not above wanting to leave poverty. I am not above having my own goals. You can stop calling me spiritual. I know that’s your way of getting me to meditate instead of protest. I…