'feminism' 'women' 'goddess' 'nature'
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We fell through the crust by our own choosing.
Cracking, beneath our boots, and with a clamour
We disappeared.
You are angelic
Nurture the woman
That you see before you
Absorb her beauty
Feed her soul,
Watch her grow.
As I sit and write, try to put down in words.I look outside at the state of the world.I have nothing to say, nothing positive to comment.As were choked and drowned by man-made torment.Running out of ideas so we break and tear, all of our insecurit
I saw the treasure and domination of my gender
Ohh, how I mourned feminist.
Oh dear, i shall follow your step
rough hands from cooking
But loving you was night:
Glimmering stars amongst a black canvas.
Unable to see, only to feel
Fear and panic,
Lust and anger,
Uncertainties that questioned if the sun would rise.
I love them all. Poe, King, Lovecraft, Lennon, McCartney, Morrison, Leary, Cobain, Shelly, Streep.
The real artists of their crafts. I know they were not all perfect but have you noticed all the men in my list?
'mother nature gives me life,raising me out of this wet soil.From just a root, my limbs grow -every detail painted with pure precision.
I've stood strong for years and years,
She has eyes like a Tiger
Long thick hair flowing down her back
Her body was perfect like a hourglass
Her touch is so soft
Her Love is pure
A tree tries to grow on a battlefield of men,
Filled with greed, the soldiers attempt to break the tree,
They yank and pull on her branches and they burn her leaves,
But her roots are deep,
Damp grass between our toes
Barefoot in the soft earth
We danced to the sound of the moon
You told me tales of wild women
Bound to an endless hunt
