I am going to start my blog with this poem I wrote a couple of months ago.
This poem is about becoming a women in 2016,
We are all matter and all matter…and don’t at the same time
Becoming a woman in 2016
I didn’t know who I was…
I didn’t know I was….
I explored the grass, planets and sea
asking myself what is me?
My body had burned to the ground.
A husk of ash, without a sound.
A seed hovered amongst the ashes.
What would happen when the wave crashes?
For two years I believed I was the seed.
Knowing my potential… to be more than a weed.
Afraid of the dirt, the wind and the wave.
I starved myself from what I crave.
Until I realised I was the land
And could hold the seed in my hand
I was not the seed… I am the soil.
From this… I began to toil.
The fear that once lay dormant in me
Became a roaring fire, clear and free
With roots deep in the ground
I grew tall, strong and crowned
The deeper I sunk
The wider my trunk
Everything made sense
The deeper I grow, the taller I reach
With wide angel wings, and a freedom of speech.