You Are The One

You Are The One

You Are The One For more than sixty thousand years,All around the world,Tribes of women lived in peace and harmony.They were the custodians of Sacred Wisdom.The women of my bloodline,Were the storytellers of the Great Mother.They wove songs and stories into every...
The Shame of It

The Shame of It

The Shame Of It The shame of it isI thought I asked for it.That it was my fault.I was only four years old. The shame of it isI stuffed it all in my body.I carried the perpetrators’ filthDeep inside my body.And then I forgot. The shame of it is thatBy keeping it a...
Vulnerable

Vulnerable

Vulnerable The drought breaks. Grace enters. Compassion pours into a heart, Encased in concrete. Resistance yields to Beloved’s tears. Worthlessness and shame wash away. Body softens. Eyes glow. Heart whispers, Be vulnerable. A rigid heart shatters. If this poem...
Awakening

Awakening

A circle of 16 women. A simple altar in the centre, with candles, fragrant red roses in jars, and precious stones. All laid down on an ochre silk scarf. The drummer lifts a frame drum to her chest. Slow and regular beats. The women pick up the pulse of the rhythm with...
Done

Done

Done They stitched the mouths of the storytellers in my family. Stories brimming with Courage, Beauty, Love Got replaced by rule books On should’s and don’ts. That’s why I was born. With mouth stitched up. That’s why I put up and shut up Until everything...

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