Deep in my cellular soul
Lies a torn memory
Of hurt and pain
HIdden from view
My female ancestors
Wind their tendrils
Of shame-blame
Around my heart
Rotten stems
Of browned slimy touch
Sting my pure heart
Into wide-eyed wakening.
Who am I to feel
Such vitriolic anger
Who am I to show
bitter twisted
tongued words
When the skeins of woven cloth
Hide in distortion
My naked clean flesh.
I come renewed,
Releasing past tortures
I arrive to earth
A woman of glad
Glowing body,
Proud to love in joy
Sing in harmony
Dance in wild abandon
On the new earth
We now create.


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