Home Sweet Home

I am a woman.

I am more than a woman.

I am more than writing about being a woman.

I go beyond these words, and yet,

can be buried in the constraining matrix

by these words.

If you see me passing by,

let me hear your voices of power.

When you hear my breathing

as I am giving birth to

yet another breakthrough,

praise me with open arms,

and call me into life again.

What if flying is the only thing

I need to know of?

What if the birds

have known it all along:

“Don't hide your beauty behind the trees,

but swirl around them, and let the air

take you home sweet home.”