I AM WOMAN


THERE IS A WHISPER IN THE WIND
IT CAN BE HEARD IN THE RUSTLING LEAVES
A STORY THAT HAS TO BE TOLD
NOT HIS STORY OF BARREN SOIL
BUT THE MYSTERY THAT IS MY STORY

OF A GARDEN ORDAINED TO
BRING BLESSED FRUIT
BUT ATTACKED AND PLUNDERED
BY EVERY CONCEIVABLE FORCE
SEEMING TO REBEL
AGAINST THIS VERY PRONOUNCEMENT

A PLOT OF FORCES UNSEEN
WHICH SEEK TO DENY ME
MY WOMANHOOD
THAT POISON MY EARTH
WITH HEARTBREAK
AND WOULD REBUFF MY VERY OWN
HEALING POWERS

FOR SURELY AS I HEAL HIS PAIN
I TAKE IT UNTO MYSELF

AND EACH TIME
THEY WIN A SMALL VICTORY
WHEN I DECLARE
"I SHALL NEVER LOVE AGAIN"

YET I DO
LOVE AGAIN, THAT IS

EACH WOUND I RECEIVE
AS I AM IMPALED
FIRST BY CHILD ABUSERS
THEN YET AGAIN BY CALLOUS LOVERS
THAT TORTURE AND CAUSE SUCH PAIN

HEALS SLOWLY

TO BECOME YET ANOTHER SCAR
LEAVING KELOID TRAILS
UPON MY HEART
WITHIN MY WALLS
UPON MY SKIN

THE ROADMAP OF MY LIFE

YET EACH TIME I RISE
FROM THE ASHES OF MY DEFEAT
TO LOVE AGAIN
TO FEEL AGAIN
I AM PHOENIX WOMAN

AS TONIGHT I SHALL IMPALE MYSELF
UPON MY LOVER
HE SHALL FEEL MY SCARS
AND NOT KNOW WHAT THEY ARE
FOR I SHALL KISS HIM
AND TELL HIM QUITE SIMPLY
I AM RIBBED FOR PLEASURE
I AM A VESSEL OF LOVE

AND WHEN HE IS SURELY
IN THE GRASP OF MY KEGEL EMBRACE
I WILL BE REWARDED BY HIS
INVOLUNTARY SIGH
FOR HE WILL HAVE SURRENDERED HIS DOMINANCE

I AM ONCE AGAIN DEFINED
BY WHAT I HAVE SURVIVED
I AM WOMAN.

©NOV 15, 2003.  GINA REY FOREST. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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