Underneath the full moon I muster all the strength required of oceans to swish into shores in darkness. The sands by my feet are velvet as my night-lantern guides me from the sky. Goddess power flows through outstretched hands, permeating the salt crystals in the air. My skin glistens with dew and light and within me a light shines outward. A third eye opens and looks steadily into the shadows cast by the moonlight and within me courses knowledge of secret enchantments long-quieted by witches securing the secret of their craft. They tell me know the things I must know. The shadows come into light—moon goddess.
Slowly I will undress myself of these aches and let them flow into the river I wade through so that as I emerge I can return with silky relief on my skin. Gingerly I will unbutton my chest of these hurts that started back when I thought I was sure of decisions made on a whim in the back of black and gray cars. Then I will bare my skin and my soul to the great Earth around me and then become whole.
May your lust for life drip down your chest and trickle down your thighs like streams of rain tickling your body with nature’s sensitive touch. May you spread…wings and leap into heavens as the clouds moisten your face with their cool and watery deluge. May your arms hold on to substance thick and warm as the breeze breathes down your neck. May you always have a lust for life like the lust life has for you.
Girl, when did you learn to dress in beauty and walk in kindness? This I did not teach you. How did you learn to pick up fragile pieces and place them on a canvas to create sweetness? This I did not show you. Most of all, how did you uphold your tapestry for others full of mindfulness? These questions I must ask of you.
So many goddesses at work making things happen, spinning webs of silk into soul enchantments. Goddesses bathing in rivers and adding their peaceful energy to the flow of water waiting to be filled by their lit bodies under the moonlight. Goddesses singing songs of healing and singing battle cries in preparation for moulding this world into a heaven on Earth. Goddesses whispering prayers into wind to invigorate it with their lullabies of tranquility and healing. There are goddesses all around, making life out of life and love out of holes.
I am a woman who already knows what she wants. I can’t sit at my kitchen table waiting when I’m in a state of perpetual motion.
She was an inspiration to me.
Her easygoing nature
The darkness within her
Still, she lived unforgivingly.
Norms did not impede her like they did me.
Her dress was dark and long
The photographs with him
Still for Love, she lived willingly.
I wanted her courage.
Her ability to simply be
The human she wanted
Still, there I sat longingly.
She fucks her life up for you and for those stupid traditional “family values” that ultimately only negatively impact her.
She screws up her credit for a man’s mistakes or he steals her credit cards and she deals with the fallout.
She fights a divorce battle in a society that endorses domestic violence and rape culture.
She fights in a legal system that will blame the woman simply for being a woman dressed the way society wants her dressed.
She only buys things for others because she’s been taught her entire life to not be selfish.
She listens to music that’s meant to liberate her and exemplify her beauty as a woman, but the songs on the radio are all about “tits and ass.”
She says she doesn’t want kids because she lives in a world where ambitions don’t fit in with the role of a woman.
She lives in a world in which the work force doesn’t want to take in mothers willing to work because employers think she won’t be effective or focused at their firm.
She lives in a world that also tells her that she should get a job because being a stay-at-home mom isn’t a “real job.”
She goes on social media to keep in touch with her “friends” only to find that ¾ths of them are sharing some stupid meme about how the last generation of women didn’t teach their daughters to do shit.
I guess they all forgot that the women of the past generation fought for civil rights, humanitarian rights, a position in the workforce, and for financial equity.
They forget that women now are fighting for the same things and they’re also sacrificing their lives in the endless wars for this country.
They then say that women don’t belong in the military—the very same men that don’t enlist say this.
They forget that most of their teachers are still women who care deeply about students that forget to respect them or haven’t learned to.
How are the kids going to respect women when all they hear is about women sucking dick and only get images of women twerking on the Internet.
No one knows where to find the women fighting for the world on the Internet, but they’re always there.
They hear Malala’s name, but it’s as if it were just some movie that isn’t real.
They never hear about the women scientists, CEOs, doctors, lawyers.
They also never hear about the intriguing and extremely competent lives of the women custodians, bus drivers, cops, and other women in lesser-valued professions.
They never hear about the immigrant women that were renowned doctors or professionals in their home countries that now carry on these lesser-valued jobs.
They never mention the women crossing the borders risking their lives and intelligently outmaneuvering the dirty politics that would rather they be sex slaves.
Why don’t these things ever get shared?
So many ways in which the world should give you love for you are a strong woman seasoned by
The hard ground you walked on strategically to feed your loved ones,
By hips that bear fruit of the world,
By eyes that saw change, peace, love, and disaster
In which you participated so fully even when your oppressors tried to keep you down.
They kidnapped you, raped you, objectified you, beat you, and feared you all the while you remained strong.
Broken limbs and shattered pieces of your body remained like the stars in the sky ever forming and shining strongly never obscured for long because clouds could not outshine you for they have little substance.
You are mother Earth and you give your sisters synchronization with the moon. When one bleeds, so do all the rest. If that is not a magical connection, then the rivers don’t deserve to fall into the sea for you cannot have one without the other.
They tried making you feel insignificant and made the popular be so thin you would disappear like a blade of grass turned on its side. They did this for fear that you would grow too much and would become a goddess and they forgot that it was you who gave them life. They forgot that you
Kept them safe and nurtured in your womb,
Connected your soul with theirs because you are the sex that loved first
You loved every piece of the world even when it tried to tear you apart.
You are your body, your mind, your soul and you created yourself and all that exists around you and no one will ever take that from you. Love your sisters, mothers, daughters, and breathe love and kindness into your sons. For the love of our mother Earth, don’t let them take your sons and turn them into devils. Keep your feet sturdy on the ground and do not back down. Ask your sisters for help, if you stumble or fall, we will pick you back up. I love you, sister.