If you have forgotten
who I am
If you have forgotten
how I sound
If you have forgotten
how I look
let me help you remember
i am not a doormat
i am not a wallflower
i am not a creeping vine
i do not whimper
i do not beg
i do not plead
i delight in my sun-kissed skin
With my non-size zero size
With the silver in my hair
my gift is presence
my gift is being
my gift is knowing
so let me tell you
if you have forgotten
i am stronger than the banyan tree
and more fragile than the iridescent wings of a dragonfly
i love in a heartbeat and you will be magnetized
but if you try to own me, i will soar free
i howl loudly, like a she-wolf, proud, celebrating
my ancient and innate wisdom
i walk free, my hips swaying like a gajagamini
my anklets tinkling; i am not afraid to wear flowers in my hair
just because
i love and love and love
because love is the only religion i follow
i have joy and i have bliss
because there is nothing you have that i want
i dance; the joy of a hundred soul sisters
dancing through me
authenticity is my middle name and lies make me vomit
i am all woman, all heart, and i am free
i call home the ground under my feet
and i am always running, moving, dancing, shifting
i am you and you are me and we are a hundred other names
do you remember now?
can you ever forget?
See (Meet Mago Contributor Jhilmil Breckenridge)