The Warrior Within the Woman

We are graceful, sensual
and possessed of natural beauty,
caring, giving and nurturing,
we are attentive and progressive,
but we are also brave, tenacious
and capable of unspeakable cruelty.
We stand were men fall,
we survive were many perish,
Succeeding where others fail
all while we juggle
womanhood, daily chores,
spousal duties, motherhood,
familial fealty and so much more.

Our  beauty is not artificial
it comes from within,
femininity is our strength
not our failing.
We are more than
the sum of our parts,
more than our breasts or thighs,
our vagina or backside,
so much more than
our hair or our eyes
which all too often reflect
the sorrows of our lives.

We get beaten, many unfortunately,
stoned, raped and sodomized
too many sold, loaned or monetized
as if we were mere
currency  or property,  
our children are
kidnapped and murdered,
sometimes before our very  eyes
all in hopes of breaking
our wills, our spirit,
even the sovereignty of our pride.

We are brutally circumcised,
maimed and mentally traumatized,
defamed, ostracized, ignorantly
condemned, even martyrized
all because we sometimes refuse
to accept patriarchal yoke
that oppresses and subjugates us
with its laws until our will is broke.  

Yet we stand and we fight,
we see the hope, never its demise,
We pray, we weep
and we wail but still we rise,
with a courage born within
the heart of the warrior in the woman,
we create and procreate,
we are delicate and gentle
yet it does not mean weak or fragile;
meek and docile on the surface
belies our powerful drive towards
perseverance  or endurance.

Our colors and brilliance
are nature’s way of giving
the world its wealth,
beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
our varieties cosmically choreographed,
so that no two are identical
ensuring the plenitude
and survival this species
in all its variables,
yet many would have fit
in a constricted mold
of what we should be and what
bigoted eyes whish to behold.
We were never meant to be that way,
our magic lies in the variances
created by our lives.

No matter what we live through
or what we die for,
we are not to be pitied
because our strength and courage
are uncovered in moments
of hardship and strife
and a real woman will always,
always rise up and survive,
never accepting to give up
or just lay down and die..


Gypsy Red