At Home In My Own Skin

An ode to being a woman

Hear my voice, feel my drum
beat with Mother Earth

mine is a sacred life
I was blessed with from birth

I am a woman, woman, woman
breath, bone and skin

if you respect your mother
then we are akin

sensuous, embodied
I dance to my own drum

the ancient woman howling
the primordial one

I am grandmother and child
unbroken thread of bloodlines

cosmic womb, milk of teet
nectar of vulva and tiny baby feet

I am soft breasts and belly
virgin and whore

pulsating quasar
bright shooting star

I am maiden, matriarch and crone
a witch

with a poisoned apple and
the one who sits on her throne

I am crystalline, harmaline, alkaloid
idea, thought, and word

I’m a portal of creation and
generations yet to birth

I’ve been burnt, drowned and beaten
outlawed, banished and raped

still, I keep on rising
to take my rightful place

Though I’ve been running, running, running
on the run, I have been

I found a place where I belong
at home in my own skin.

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