
Don’t try to dilute my speech
– I’ll never turn the washed-out
grey of old sheets.
.
Don’t think you can censor
my speech or drown me out
like a noisy tap.
.
Don’t ask me to step aside
because I don’t sparkle
like glitter at Mardi Gras.
.
You know nothing
of who or what I am.
.
I am the surprise that lies in wait,
flexing its muscles,
turning its face towards golden light.
.
I am your sister, your aunt,
your mother, your daughter,
the grandmother you never knew.
.
I am love and life,
encircling and warming.
.
I am the red of fire in a grate;
the heat of sunshine.
.
I am the start and end of all life.
I am woman.
Watch me burn.




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