my mouth is a gaping hole.

each day bigger,

I won't can't be silent,

even by other skirts.

i won't be lady like

cause

that is code for

"Shut - up and look Pretty"

disguised as

"self respect"

now who

who

tell me who

can have that

when they cram all

thought desire needs

and wisdom

in a crossed legged

lady like grin?"

plus no one

asked me to

define

"LADY"

but here goes:

if it has anything to do with

creation

i carried and bore it -

from the beginning

way before

little men in pointy hats with greedy

fist decided me in convenient.

SO

#1

is the ability to

transform pain and burden into life

i will sit with my legs

WIDE OPEN

have you worship

my Yoni

every damn

YONI

see cause we can create

something from seemingly nothing

in loving and nurturing

ways

but because they don't create

power and wealth

we know nothing

OH

so I can birth the Divine

but I can never quite be it

ha ha ha

the father the son and the .....

my color is black

cause i lurk in the heart of

every woman's soul,

caught in our throats .... or whispered in private

so as not to upstage your

WAR GAMES

just steal my words and essence

"It was I who covered the earth like a mist

alone I made a circuit of the sky and transversed

the depth of the abyss."

now does that sound remotely like

something

a man

would do?

can they

"spread my fragrance like choice myrrh."?

Bla -

in my full UN-lady like

glory am

VIXEN or STREGA

nah i can't float if thrown into

water bound

but you knew that -

if there was, is, will be

Messiah

it's me

Un- lady

Women

girls,

if there is

or will be

any hope for your

children

children's children,

now it the time

to throw off those damn shackles

of being

lady like

speak

moan , Wring hands, SHOUT

declare your presence be

not only noted

exalted

sure

you can call me the

"Great Whore"

Lilith, Madame St. Urzulie, Ruach,

Sophia or ant other incarnation

of women that spoke the word

"NO"

with conviction not malice.

"For I am the first, the last.

I am the honored one and the scorned one.

I am the whore and the holy one.

I am the one whom they call Life

and You call DEATH."

300,000 years ago

by some river bed

humanity sprang forth from

MY WOMB.

yet it seems that the further away from me my children

got the more

they despised me.

NO MATTER

I am constant

the screeching owl outside your window

the crone that shakes her head

the young girl who fights back

I stir the mist of mine

ME

with storms no mortal man can quite

Understand -

But

too

I am the moist

darkness of home you crave

dominion over

i try to wash this lust from you

through orgasmic bliss

would you carry that sensation

through your work a day world

What a world

it would

could

should be

I cannot be

The Lady you bottle and sell by the truckload

to

sweet little girls, awkward teenage girl who only

want to be loved - pretty,

or mature young women who

STRUGGLE to at once

Re-create and be INDEPENDENT

i am definitely not the middle-aged woman, who only needs

you for selfish reasons,

as the hag i barely know you exist

UNLESS

you know me

Embrace all of me

listen to the music falling out

of my gaping hole of a heart.

amazing writing, i feel honored to have read it.

thanks

very powerful write-amazing!!

Very nicely done. Great piece

very nice

loving this

Now THERE'S a woman with a pair of testicles who KNOWS how to use them and not pretend they're ear rings!!!

thanks Bonny, nice to see you.

Bravooooo!

this

Well written...