embodiment of female power
warrior princess
fighting coolly like a girl
to save the planet
in bad-ass boots
one brave woman can start a revolution
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Year of the feminist uprising
being stuck in my head
being stuck in my head
—breathe―
do the opposite
run like a girl
for this is real
if I am alive—safe
then I’ll be fine
running toward my happy ending
self-control before the mirror
―breathe—I am fine
it will all be fine
everyone watching―my humiliation
—too many eyes
see me falling apart
in one heartbeat a dream
becomes a nightmare
Girl power
Imagine you are a twelve-year old girl and one day your body changes. People say girls are developing younger and younger. I blame the chemicals in our food. I mean, what else would suddenly make boys look at you strangely? And it’s not just boys, if you know what I mean! It’s as if I suddenly became scary. Shifting shape continually. Not quite one thing or another. None of my friends had developed their powers yet. Only me. But nobody would talk to me about it. Like, there are some words we can’t even use in public, not even on Instagram. Instead they use words like ‘hysterical’, ‘unstable’, and ‘attention seeker’. Sometimes I just want to go out in public and shout ‘TAMPON!’
the body of a woman
the body of a woman
does not surrender
or succumb —
creating magic in her womb
nurturing life with her breasts
― not bound by man’s desire
she is not a doll
for she is a woman
Female desire is underrated
a girl on my own
a small café with thoughts
unfeminine woman writer wondering
why female desire is so underrated
soft graceful delicate
a world within worlds
the pulse of life moving
through her body, energy
softly blurring and shifting
until she is able to say no
The first witch
The morning air was crisp and cool
When the first witch was burnt,
The day turned black as more and more
Were sent to the stake
Wise women of the earth,
Bending and shaping energy,
For the ancient ways
Brought healing to the land.
Too quiet, too loud
Too quiet
Too loud
Holding back
A little of myself
In this world
Boys don’t care for girls
That are readers, daydreamers
Don’t get anywhere
I wake up with sounds inside me
I wake up with sounds inside me,
rhyming like a childhood spell;
to be a witch I hone my craft,
personal magic to navigate the world;
power – magic – destiny,
I call on that spiritual force;
trust myself to walk the path,
to let myself drift among secrets;
connecting me with nature
for she is who I am.
Time becomes the hour
Time becomes the hour
of magic and power
to heal or harm
flesh and blood
with dark whispers
within the circle
for now is the time
to wake fierce
feminine hearts.
