POETRY 2001

You grab the soft feathers of my thoughts
and crumple them into a brick.

You heft this at me,
but I did not think that.

I will not accept this weight on my conscience.
I am not cold, heartless.

I am full of magic.
I am strong, brave and aware of my soul.

I am capable of so much more
than you see in me.

I am beautiful. I AM womanly.
I am a woman of strong, strange magic.

I am healing, I am open.
I am alive, vibrant and sexy as hell.

I know who I am.

Nov 21st, 2001