Does not know how to tiptoe or placate
She stomps her foot down
And the sea moans wildly in response
She cries out in bright cherry boldness
And the sky rips itself open in a blistering display of rain
Does not doubt herself
Or play dumb
Or supress her succulent sexiness, her juicy hips
Her innate electric power
Her stunningly accurate intuition.
She is boldly unashamed, wholly unapologetic---
In all of us
Screams to roam free
And dance with scarves woven of soulful silk
And speak her wisdom
Though the mountain peaks & valleys of our every fucking day
Can be heard
In moments of raw rage
She does not distinguish
She does not judge
She is the truth that whispers through the trees when we are brave enough to listen.
Will we listen, will we
photo: author's own.