Here's to the women who know exactly what they want because self-awareness as a daily practice provides it. A look into the undulating mirror with no surprises. A heart of gold, clear boundaries, and an adventure — She tries it!
Here’s to the women who do not complain but are incredibly wise, so they practice compromise. She holds her head high because she can do it, and she does it, and you would be a fool to misconstrue it. No one is trampling on this woman. No one is trampling on this woman.
Here's to creation energy. Here's to the ones who birthed us all. To the ability to endure seemingly ceaseless pain during monthly menstruation, carrying a baby, and birthing.
Here's to those overcoming gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia. Here’s to the courageous ones — courageous enough to be a woman. Here's to trans women, and all LGTBQIA+
Here's to women because I cannot praise us enough!
Here’s to women of colour who work twice as hard, but never seem to get twice as far. Here’s to women of colour who will not let anyone take their crown — who will not let anyone keep them down. Here’s to indigenous blood and sacred women.
The oppressor had a run on our society, and I did not say I have lost hope, but here’s to the women of colour with so much pride for their tribe.
Here’s to women because I cannot praise us enough! If only fewer would covet and instead lift each other up . . .
Dear readers,
It was the whistles they used to train men to go to war that broke their hearts . . .
And then it was the war.
There’s a war out there.
Men and women carry that trauma through our lineage.
We’re all in this together. We’re all in this together.
The square root of -1 is i, known as the imaginary unit. The feminine energy when met with masculine is an unbreakable unit — Maybe, the exact opposite of the imaginary.
I wish you well on your underworld journey, wherever it may take you.
I wish you well on your underworld journey and may fate embrace you.
I wish you well. I wish you well.
My Covenant
Rest your ship on Mount Ararat. Once the floods subside, the birds will sing.
You have fulfilled a divine prophecy and only a few can accompany me
To our new world, though
I did not spare the aristocracy, or those who tout a lofty legacy.
I spared the humble, the open minded, and the aware.
I did not spare the man with the most words or hair.
I spared the honest, the marginalised, and the courageous.
This rainbow is my covenant.
This
Rainbow
Is
My covenant.
It is the promise I always meant
To give you – To show you.
I hope you’ll always think of it when
Clouds start to form and rain you’ve never met.
In a Web, from Eden
I’m nice to her, but
She’s only mean back.
She felt the pain
Our father could not.
You see, crucifixion leaks
A poison in our DNA.
Constant martyrs
Unconscious mothers . . .
We’re caught in a web
Of time.
I’m nice to her, but
She’s only mean back.
Feeling a deep lack always
Puts us on the attack.
You see, I’ve got your back.
I’ve got your back.
We’re caught in a web
Of tact.