(for the Women of the world especially those suffering in Iran, Afghanistan, India, Pakistan…etc. )
You cannot and will not send me back to invisibility
ignorance or abuse
to schools of torment and torture
or traditions that mutilate and harm my body and mind.
It is too late for that, though you keep trying
to recreate these old ways
My Spirit has Risen!
A true feminine has come to life
strong enough to hold a male and female inside
embracing all and everything:
bird, beast, flower, cross gendering, pollinating
gentle, powerful feminine, seeding the world.
Fearless and unashamed
I stand upon my grandmother’s and mother’s shoulders
Sacrifices taken in and absorbed
Though I may still struggle
I am free from burdens women carried
Free of the crushing leg on my neck
symbol of all that was choked, stifled and strangled
Can’t stop my breath
Nor my behavior
Your laws can’t dis-create
For this is a divine transformation.
The voice of truth has sounded
Nothing and No one can stop this:
For “I rise, I rise,” (Maya Angelou)
I Have Risen!
Exquisite, painfully and hopefully true in the same voice, in the echoes of women everywhere across time.
Wonderful poem Louisa!
I love the gentle and passionate assertion of truth in your poem. Maya Angelou inspires me immensely too.
You have given voice to the emotions of those who traveled this journey….. What a gift 💕