a question

soft rain settles, infusing the parched soil, rejuvenating life …

… what of the parched heart, waiting to be quenched, after a lifetime of drought.

I am Woman

I am Woman …

just when you think you’ve broken me,

with your cowardly fists,

with your diseased tongue,

I will not cower.

your fake macho shell does not frighten me,

your violence will not silence me.

I am I,

the mother,
the sister,
the partner,

the woman!

I am me.

I am Woman!

and you are not,

nor can you ever be.