I Am Woman

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I am Woman.

I shouldn’t need to roar

to be heard. My

‘no’

shouldn’t

require legislation,

nor my value

be

equated with

my measurements.

My safety should not depend

on what I chose to wear, or where I

choose to walk, but on the simple fact that

I am

woman.

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To See, or Not To See

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Rich

is the soul

whose heart can see

that even life’s coldest path

is sprinkled with

diamonds

So You Feel as Though You’re Only One

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So you feel as though

you’re only one

in earthly meadow’s millions,

two feet,

a pair of arms,

sundry assorted parts

that fail to set

your arrangement apart;

but if you chose not to bloom,

the gap where your

smiling face should

appear

would be left bare,

blank in the canvas,

one beautiful brick

short of a load –

so bloom. Take your place

proudly, stand in the gap,

and watch the whole

world  grow,

one

little

flower

at a time…

Remember

Crystallized,

you’ve been caught in the cross-fire.

Guilty by association

until proven innocent,

you are made an example of,

put on display as one of the

Despised Ones

whose value, so miniscule,

can be bent and torn and frozen

with impunity by those of another caste.

Overwhelmed,

you forget that you are one of the

Chosen Ones,

whose value, so triumphant,

is impervious to any person, circumstance, war machine.

I am also of the fallen –

let me help you to

remember…

Bare

Bare,

stripped down,

denuded.

I am as I was born,

naked before Your eyes.

No fake smile,

no mask.

No last-ditch attempt at impressing,

for You know what I am –

broken,

scarred,

warped.

My defences are useless.

 I quiver before Your thoughtful gaze.

Shame lowers my eyes,

makes me blush to my roots.

Your scrutiny never wavers.

Nothing You see surprises

or sickens.

Wounds can’t make you blanch,

welts have no power to revolt.

Rather,

when I dare to steal a peek,

I discern something new.

Is it – pride?

Admiration?

Longing.

Loving.

Accepting.

Sobs shake me,

autumn rains to wash away

former visions,

mirror images.

All that is left is –

me.

And

You say

I am enough.

Bare…