WOMAN: A Poem

I am descended of Lilith,

I am a child of eve,

I am cast out, i am trod on.

I am likeness of Kali,

re-incarnation of Aphrodite.

In my arms nations

  have been built

  and destroyed.

My kiss has charmed

  and killed.

My hips have 

   cradled kings and emperors,

   borne beggars and lepers.

I am all this WOMAN.

Woman

  not of hips and breasts 

  and womb.

Woman 

  not of servitude, meekness

  and petty deceit.

I am Woman.

Woman

  of pain and love

  and hate.

Woman 

 of blood rivers and

  barren deserts.

I am Woman.

So heed me

Heed my pain,

watch my deeds,

for my meekness,

  my servitude,

Are mere cloaks worn

  to sheild, to imprison

  to impede... 

And as the soul sheds the body

So do I now shed 

  this lie, this deciept

You create for all to believe

And become just

    WOMAN