if i were a woman,

dont wrap me in your conceptual boxes,i’m not a trinket or a talisman!dont imprison me in your temples,i am not aloof and untouchable!you cant buy me with your offerings,you cant use me like a sword!dont limit me to a frail body,dont call me father or mother!for i am life itself,evolving in a thousand different forms!you…

written in dust, …with temples turned grey,and tired sunset eyes.leaving tiny fragments of heart,spread in the darkness…to become fireflies for the poor.with bent backs testifying,and well worn boots.love turned to echoes,drawing blood from the veins.simple hands working silently,weaving on the master loom.leaving only the scent of our passing,for strangers to comb.having lived and given,and nothing…

oflosingmyself,keptmefromtheliberationoffindingmyself……for far too long!

the city, or the countrythat you built.it is the act of building!it is not…the hours, the shifts,the fields plowed,or the steel forged.it is the act of working.it is not…the sacrifices, the passion,the forgiveness, or eventhe life you shared.it is the act of loving!

and left me standing in the drive…i learned to see again,staring at old photographsin a book hid away.i learned to think again,thinking, and rethinkingevery move and every action.i learned to feel again,struck dumb with waves of sorrow,with blood on my lips.i learned to cry again,in the dark and sleepless night,when no one else could see.i…

the smell of sunlightunwrapping the day!in the eyes of strangers,the stories unspokenwritten on facesby trial and fire!in the companionshipof dogs… who knowand sometimes divulge!in the lamp and the ashtrayand your body wrapped in sleep!