another poem....She

Here is another poem of mine. It is actually my favorite poem...the one I am most proud of. I can easily remember where I was when I wrote it. It is clearly some feminist rage, but I am also as equally proud of that. Enjoy!

She

Born into a realm of submission
inequality, sexism: whatever you want to call it
Ripped into a foreign and unforgiving world
From the womb of safety and serenity

An immediate cry emerges
Signifying the fight within-
The fight that will have to be evoked
To stay real and true

Growing, changing, pushing limits
Continuing the fight in a new state of consciousness
Fighting for the man's power?
never, not for her

Womanly power surrounds and electrifies
Giving something that no man could ever give
Different in so many ways
Ways that are not equal, better or worse

The Power to bring a child from her womb
Being with another for month after month
And the Power to choose not to
And still feel feminine and womanly

The Power to heal and comfort
To teach and elevate others
Passed from grandmother to granddaughter
Each generation bound to the past

There are so many powers which are hers
She does not need to borrow, nor share
Just tap into what she knows, what she feels
And the Power is then already hers

She had the Power from her first day of life
Screaming and kicking and fighting,
The man's power shadows, distorts, and hides
Making it disappear as if it had never been there

She shows us her power
With every breath she takes
The strength that it takes for her to keep going
Going in a world not designed for her

She is like you
She is like me
She is like all of us
Show us all your power