My Womanhood encompasses it all:
That which you call female
That which you call male
That which travels from one to the other and
that which has found its place in between.
My Womanhood encompasses it all.
I do not know what you mean when you say female
I do not know what you mean when you say male.
What do you mean?
What DO you mean?
My Womanhood encompasses it all.
My Womanhood does not sit in my Body
My Womanhood is this Body’s embrace
its nest and its grave.
My Womanhood does not sit in my Body
yet my Womanhood has taken shape in this Body
has molded it into a cavern, a cave
for stories torn and untold
for stories yet to be born:
For the Wisdom keeper, the Priestess
bringing light
to the threshold of Death.
For the Princess
who grew out of her pink dress
now scrambling and stumbling
through brambles and thickets of thorns.
For the Warrior, the wounded
who has put down her sword now
armour undone
her heart unfolding
calling at the gates of the Cold Queen:
Let me in! You need me!
And: For the trickster
the fool’s sister
who, centuries ago
has been buried alive
but now one spring as a sprout
springs forth
shouting:
ALIVE!
For all of these and more
My Womanhood has made me
a cave, a safe space, a nesting place
May this Body become
their birthplace
May this throat be their birth canal
this breath be their voice
this voice be their blood.
My Womandhood
welcomes them all.