As a woman,
I uphold a sacrament
Sacred to my being
A sacrament that acquaints me with every other woman
Be she a woman of the womb
Or a woman of the heart
We are all women one and the same.
This sacrament declares a woman holy
Our bodies are hallowed earth
Our minds are consecrated realms
All of us individuals
Yet we beat our chests as one.
A woman is a masterpiece
Crafted by her own hands
Some of us made from different material
But each of us transcendent in our artistry.
We are weeds that when you pull us out of the ground
Another one only sprouts up again
Resilient
Strong
Determined
Paving our own paths in life
Laying down the foundations of society and history
But often in the shadows.
I long to be in the light
I challenge myself and say
“What can I do so that my voice is heard?”
Yet even in the shadows we rise
Yet even in a total eclipse
We manage to shine.
From start to finish we have been here
And until the bitter end
We will remain
United we stand
Divided we conquer
No matter what men throw at us
Women always prevail
With nothing short of grace and character
In all of our imperfections
A woman is the very definition
Of dynamic.
