Yes, I am a woman We're forced to say it like a curse Because the moment we are discovered Evil eyes of all sorts gaze upon us, questioning and curious
Is she beautiful? Is her skin like porcelain? Her hair, is it soft like silk? Do her eyes shine like the stars? And her virtue above all else, is she pure?
Men compare us to treasure as if it's a compliment Saying our eyes are like sapphires and emeralds To them we are silk and gold Nothing more than measurements of their wealth It's as if they think we won't find out it's just another way to measure our worth, As if they think we can't understand that it isn't a compliment, it's a currency
They don't see my warrior gaze My impenetrable skin, thick with valor They look at my hands and see a delicate doll They don't see the way these delicate hands wrap around my bow How my eyes are sharp and steady No, they only see the innocent sparkle
They aren't looking for my capabilities They seek value in my appearance alone They are putting prices on me, Comparing me to the latest trends For what is my courage worth when I have such a beautiful face?
Yes, I am a woman But I am a warrior first See my battle scars, see my victories See my strength and bravery My honor, see it an recognize me
I am the protector of women Not because they can't defend themselves But because they shouldn't have to I am the one who shows the truth Who guides the moonlight into their veins The one who takes away those sparkling lies For before my eyes, no woman will bend to the whims of man
Everyone loses their way Lost in their chasmic minds Lost in their bismol worlds Lost in their abysmal emotions Some find a light to guide their way A melody; a sign; a feeling Others search for a distraction Someway to forget the failure and lose the guilt But for me, Hermes guides my path Like a soul into Hades, He always brings me home Back from my friendly worm named Loneliness Back from my terrible sense of direction Back from my endless attempts at self sabotage He makes me see the truth; the reality; the destination
Everyone is all so full of deceit and corruption Pleasing themselves by pleasing others Becoming someone else to be above all others Blinded by envy and seething with a jealous rage They hold out their open hands to me But he whispers in my ear "It's all a lie" And I keep my hand down by my side And watch as they go to the next person Holding their hands out just the same And chaining the gullible fools with honeyed words and empty promises Binding to them now like a contract over their souls Enslaved to the whims of the corrupt
He has me dream of lands across the sea Speaking a tongue that is not mother to me I fall in love with these foreign things The sights he sends me, the sounds, the smells All the excitement of leaving to somewhere new With no fear of the unknown, trusting only In the path on which he guides me I see it now, so far away I reach my hand out and I feel it on my fingertips I close my eyes and the words slip into my mind With every phrase I learn, the freer I become And I walk his path with knowledge I am safe
In meditation he guides me On a starlit beach I find myself sinking my feet into the sand Swiftly he approaches with a grin He holds his hand out to me and I feel at ease No strings or "you-owe-me's" await And with winged feet he sends me back Gently placing me in my body And I awaken safe and sound
The worm part is a knock at my first poem The worm named Loneliness