Woman
I am woman
Moulded by a sacred desire
Elemental,
My earthy curves
Enriched by
Rain, wind and fire.
I long to be owned
But not like a slave, subjugated.
I long to be possessed
But not like an object coveted.
I ask to be worshiped
For creation,
To carry life forward.
I bring the gift of beauty
And transformation.
To bring forth the new,
To support and nurture life
To it’s full potential.
I always add the missing
Ingredients,
Intelligence with love,
Compassion with intuition,
There is only one true desire I have,
To complete my mission
With freedom and a sense of passion.
I am not smooth hair-free with a figure like some doll
Fit in a box with perfectly manicured nails and curls
Nor with arched eyebrows and volumised hair
I may appear serene at times
But still be wild inside.
I may not fit your idea of beauty
I may prefer to wear flat boots than high heels
Yet I am still a complete woman.
My name might have origins in the wife of man
I may be compared and contrasted a million times.
But this world can not flourish without
A deeper appreciation
For what the myriad and diverse Me brings,
A sense of recognition and respect
For the gifts of the Goddess
For each woman a celebration
Of the Divine Grace carried within.
