The Female in Me

Girl Power!!

In celebration of International Women's Day, I've put together some of my favorite poems from my personal archives. Yes, these poems are written by me, oh so long ago - I apologize if they are not as fantastic or poetic as the masters. They just represent me and I hope every woman. 

Sometimes when you allow yourself to feel so much it results in a poem - words jumbled up coinciding with your unspoken thoughts. I haven't let myself do that much thinking lately because I have to keep my head screwed on straight in order to reinforce my formidable womanhood (in hopes that no man takes it from me). But when I did feel, and I hurt and I stopped long enough to capture it, this is what I wrote. Let's all celebrate the women in our lives. And women, let's celebrate us, our feelings and our wants and our laughter, and whatever it is that makes us so wonderfully awesome.

1. The feMale in Me

Everyday I amaze myself
With my continuous want and need of pleasure
Only I can feel and taste.
It spits out like bitter wine,
But I swallow every gulp of it
And wash my face with its spittle.
This is pleasure like I've never known.
It corrodes my skin
And burns my scalp
Yet I long for its ever cyanide taste.
Its' what makes me whole.
Makes me a woman.
A COMPLETE woman.
Make me a woman,
While I stand right by my man.

2.  Phenomenal Woman

I am of old and of new,
Of all things beautiful,
And yet still more beautiful,
I am of my fathers and forefathers,
I am the pride of my sisters
Who am I?
A Phenomenal Woman,
I am of big and of the strong,
Of all things hidden,
And still revealing
I am the catch of the hunters,
The envy of their daughters,
I am a solemn gift from thy Father,
I am the work of His pleasures,
Who am I?
A Phenomenal Woman,
That's me!

3.  Our Voice

Do you know me? I am that bird who has the hand clasped over her voice, choking to sing, traveling miles to chirp. At times I am set free to whisper to the eagle that wants to eat into me, and sometimes, I stream miles to make it closer to the moment my voice shall return.
I still cannot speak, my voice is still trapped in my throat and my wings flap at a stillness I shudder to invigorate. Do you know me? I wish you did, because after all the miles I’ve flown to find my voice, my speech, my song, I am afraid the race has lost me myself. So even if I do sing, I wonder... to whom?