Is it only safe
in a cloister of cloaking
clothes and within the walls
of kitchen and children's room?

Or will you risk
being a witch
according to frightened people
who will conspire against you?

A witch who fights off
and cannot be forced
by the pitifulness of a man
or the knife of robbers

The cuts hurt
the water is cold
and the night is dark
in the mud of the riverbank

I hoped for strong daughters
and sweet sons, sensible
and helpful, but
shall I ever have them?

Women can be men
Men can be women
People can be people
We didn’t write the feeling...

Stars can be supernovas
Meaning can be mending
And paintings can bend
And walls can return...

And shapes of architecture become earth

Lovers can be lovers
Leavers can believe us
Lights, camera, action, order, disorder
Dysphoria, euphoria
Academia, abracadabra
The moon, ***, sun and laughter

Instantaneousness

Osmosis

Fear, friction, distance, pure bliss
Bubble toting aqua world
Top this...

Freedom, collaboration
Emancipation, cognification
Celebration...

Millenniums of us saving, changing...
What we actually are eventually...

One surging sway of soul-light soldered angels
Growing out of a morphing abyss ocean

Do you see that?
Fur covered legs
Do you see that?
Arm pit freedom

I stopped shaving
and plucking
and tweezing
No more E-lec-troly
Hey sis!

The hair has started growing
the more FREE I am becoming
No! I don't shave no ******* More
Except for my head.

You can wear the long hair for a while.
See you in the salon.

In shadows deep, she bore the flame,  
Her woven grace, none dare to blame.  
Within her arms, my grief would fade,  
By her truth, the world is made.  

Her heart’s a well of honest tide,  
No insult dwells where love abides.  
When I do love, her soul shall mend,  
The woman holds what earth defends.

There used to be 7 sisters
They love to dance and sing
There were close, even as kids
They would play and swing


Their names were many
But let's start with the first
Phaedra, the sister of strength
She was never easy to coerce


Then there was the second
Luna, sister of dance
Every night by the fire
The others saw her prance


This girl was just as great
Estella, sister of song
When she sung
Everyone sang along


Now with the 4th
Ilta, sister of art
People would see her work
And feel it deep in their heart


The 5th is the next
Ayla, sister of story
Full of joy and pain
Always end in glory


6 was always around
Diana, sister of care
If someone was sick
She'd be there


But the last one is hard
For both you and me
Eira, girl of nothing
Yeah, the others are surprised too



She tried to move
But would fall
She tried to sing
But it always hit a wall


Eira tried to be like the others
But she felt small and shy
So while the others were asleep
She hid in the sky



The 6 sisters woke up
And looked and tried
But after years of searching
They began to cry



But little do they know
Eira was great
She was watching the others
Changing the star's fate


Eira isn't mad
But sad and hurt
Maybe one day
She'll leave her yurt


And dance with her sisters
Like she was born to do
Because they love each other
All the way, through and through

Some say we women should be more brutal, ruthless, and bad-*** to thrive. Let's redefine what it means to be strong.

Instead of a constant supply of external approval, affection, and affirmation. Let's return to the old tradition and cultivate our feminine divine traits, establishing a sustainable source of inner light and self-love.

The most important love is the one we give ourselves. Self-love is NOT a luxury; it's the foundation for a glow-up.

Women pains , nothing gained
Blood stains , energy drained
I try to tame but all is vained
Woman pains that no one weighed
But a woman who once felt this ache