“When a woman tells the truth, she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.” Adrienne Rich
This is dedicated to all those women . . .
Those who are blatantly themselves
You know the ones I mean –
Some, when seedlings, had folks or teachers
or maybe even married men
who jabbed a finger yelling: You! You! You!
accusing them of being quintessentially themselves
. . .as though that was wrong.
They are the YOUs who come from multi-colored places
with varied dreams and
hearts woven of wonderlush
They are the womanish:
sometimes childlike, sometimes adultish.
They run from the gray streets to the green forest.
They take to long-lost roads and never-found pathways
with their song in a backpack and
a brown-bag lunch of no-baloney sandwiches.
When they elder they arrive back at the beginning
knowing who are they are
. . . and why.
© 2016, poem…
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