This being a woman

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This being a woman
is a holding back

words caught in the throat
pebbles, rocks, boulders,
but isn’t it the stones
that make the river sing?

This being a woman
is a flowing around

a liquid grace,
a sinuous tenacity,
what obstacle has ever
stopped a river in flow?

This being a woman
is a relearning

no matter how much
the world breaks you,
were you not always
unbreakable and whole?

This being a woman
is a discovering

amidst a world that
denies you your dignity,
finding a world inner,
pure, precious, powerful.

This being a woman
is always about love

you may love one
or may love many,
but most of all
you must love your self

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I am a wild woman

 

by MELISSA CLARY

I am a wild woman
I know, inspite of myself
and in spite of what I’ve been told
that there’s beauty in every age
no matter how old

I am a wild woman
I’ve learned what it means to be a life bearer
to bear children
to create art
to plant seeds of love

I am a wild woman
from the depths of the dirt underneath my fingernails
to the height of my very soul
I am one with the Earth
the winds from the four directions whisper through my skin

I am a wild woman
and the spirit of every wild woman coalesces in me
for we are each wild women
and we are all the spirit of the wild woman
I will follow the voice in my heart

I am a wild woman
I sing from my heart
I dance with the stars
I howl at the moon
I love uncontrollably

I am a wild woman
from the deepest, darkest, most sacred part of me
I am fearless
I cry in strength
I open my arms to the sky and welcome the rain

I am a wild woman
I nurture, love and protect
I stand, strongly, silently, sweetly for my brothers
I walk dutifully, prayerfully, joyfully upon the mother
and I will not be stopped

I am a wild woman.

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