Woman of Conviction

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.


Dark Beauty

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.

Woman of the 21st Century

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?

I Am Your Soul Sister

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.

My Sisters

My Sister, why fear me?

I have nothing that you do not already have, not a pretty face, a pretty smile, or wit beyond compare. There is no point in envy because I am your sister. To hurt you, is not a priority, it is not even on my list. So why is it that when we are on the elevator rising to the upper floors you look at me with envy next to your lover? Surely you cannot think that I would ever hurt you, you cannot think that I would ever put a man before our sisterhood?

There is nothing to fear, a smile is a smile and nothing more. He smiles at me, not because I am pretty, but because he is cordial, I am sure that you must have fallen in love with that characteristic. Dear sister of mine, you are older and maybe even smarter than I could ever be. Especially in matters of family and love. I cannot remain restrained like you, and I cannot win over any hearts. I do not even know what to do when I am rejected and fall apart.

Do you see now that there is nothing to fear and nothing to hate? So why look down upon me so venomously? Did I not smile to you once you looked at me and was it not a smile genuine and true? My Sister, do not hate me, for I will always love you dearly. I may not know your name, but I am like you. Do not be insecure, because there will never be another like you and if he were to leave you, that would not be your fault.

Sister, remain kind and loving towards the rest of your sisters because no one will ever understand you like they do. No one will ever understand maternity, oppression, beauty, and emotion like we do. Hold our hands and remember that we will always be the only ones that to you, remain true.