Photo credit: Photo by Karen Cantú Q on Unsplash
I care for the venom that is woman
I care for the snake that will not conform
I care for the wild woman who reclaims her power
The woman who rinses dignity in her shower each day
The humbled warrior who braves the mask between head held low and raised to sky
I care for the woman who is broken up in side so much she is choked between life and death; she knows not which way to go but she trusts
Towards a brighter future she will go
She will know the sun again
Let it radiate her as her atoms
She will illuminate the sky with her laughter and her laugh
She will brave the terror look it in the face as her mirror
Bare her teeth at the tiger, the wolf who maimed her and bring her babies home for dinner
She will do everything it takes to survive here but it is not her who was raped nor caged
It is not her suicidal. It is not her gene pool fucked up by some evil devil it is reincarnation
It is the new stand point from which she sees life
Where the satin and the silk become her way and make up she no longer cares to live this life carved up in other peoples expectations of a torrid stagnant life
She takes a stand but at first she crawls
See my ugly broken shards
See my teeth cut out from glass
Dare to liberate me with your cum stained sheets the rape being taken
Dare to violate me with your devil mask for you shall turn to stone simply by looking at me; your reflection
Traitor be gone
For you sit there on your sovereign throne clinging to it like a mast
But your ship has transcended , there is no maiden voyage
This princess has grown, ditched the crown in favour of mud and earth and wisdom
Carves rubies for her breakfast. Carved her seat from stone
This woman shall not be tamed.
She is the walking hallucination of your name and she is here for freedom
God bless her the trembly legs that walk, together, towards her future
One by one she takes her steps
She needs her held
She needs her man
She needs her bearing and her witness
She needs her sisters genuine goodness
She needs to feel the shells…she needs to run her hands through water cleansed with holy spirit know God adores her she needs to sleep on earth supportive to live each moment; not in trauma takes courage
Her feet are bare. She has nothing to offer
Do you see me?
She is purety
She is goodness
She is goddess
She is abundance
Seen it and bared witness
ADORE HER
She’s my best friend and my client. She is who I am.
She eats cake for breakfast
Love Kate xxxxx
