Gloria Said It
Gloria Steinem said it decades ago, girls:
We're all female impersonators.
Who knows—
who
knows what it means to be a woman breathing,
consigned
as we are to blush and shadow?
When
you look between your legs
do
you see shreds of the pink plastic wrappers
packaging
oh-so-sanitary napkins?
Or
do you discover the red thread
that
spins through generations
cording
and recording our origins
in the wombs of our African mothers,
in the moon-bleeding belly
of our Ancestor Woman?
An
African woman was drumming and dancing
through
my dreams last night:
she
was teaching me
to
keep the beat. | | |
The Gate Of The Mysterious Female
There
is a place in your body
that beckons to you
Through
this one-point
you enter into all
the worlds
Deeper than thinking,
deeper than feeling,
alive with
the breath
it tells you of your
deepest dreaming
echoes ancient
drumming
attends to your truth
There is a place in your body
that gives birth to stars
that
is the end of all longing,
repletion
of every emptiness,
the
pivot around which
all
your worlds are turning
There is a place in your body
where you are
born
where you belong
where
you are welcomed
with all-encompassing
love
Imagine that!
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