Woman

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It’s curious - does being a woman come from inside or out

My body changes, but I no longer look down at my feet when I walk

My thoughts are changing too -

Quick sticks, polish the flowers, sweep the floor 

There is no rush to get to the ball

I think she is a woman, although trapped inside a story as a child

I look to the strong (grown) woman who sings

As I begin to find my (sober) voice -

I like that I am learning, that I do not need potions or cake to shrink - or grow 

And so I will run bare foot along the shore 

Rise up from the roiling waves 

Burn as strong as a pile of cinders

The world is opening up, I think

There are possibilities  - windows and doors

I say to myself - ‘I don’t want to be no man’s woman 

I’ve other work to get done’. 

“I don’t want to be no man’s woman…I’ve other work I’ve got to get done..”

Sinead O’Conner

Woman

The wind crosses our face

We are searching 

Scanning the earth

For treasures

I will never be a woman

Just like you

My little cricket

I will stay young forever

We whisper and giggle

Like the girls we both are

Fragile as blackbirds 

Flying in the night 

Meek in the presence of beauty

Born of the same creed

Time is moving on

Like a flame in our head

That was the song

My mother sang

She never grew up either.