How beautiful is this Earth.
How exquisitely tender the delicate filaments that connect us, heart to heart.
I go into the Land of Light.
I go into the beauty of the Land of Light.
I go into the love in the Land of Light.
I will not forget you.
I am grateful for my life.
I am grateful.
I am.

In existence she is victim,
By nature she is soft.
Tame, timid and tender, she is conditioned prey.
She is taught submission, a creation of fear.
She is comprised of silent "no's" and forced "yes's" and voices that are not her own.

In existence she is victim,
By nature she is ******.
She is tangible, thus targeted;
Woundable, wavering and weightless.
She is physical form: areas made for pleasure teach her pain.
She is degradation.
Her skin is easily soiled, her divinity is readily tainted, clean is stripped from her.

In existence she is victim.
By nature she is less.
She is sentient, sentimental and susceptible.
She is weak, for she is second.
Regarded as inferior, she is lacking, she is without caliber, she is separate.

In existence she is victim.
By nature she is bare.
She is blood-stained, benign and bereaved.
She is subject to violence; object of violence.
She is eternally marred.
She is born victim.
Nature has made her woman.