Finding Her Voice
byshe learned not to speak up, or shout out so they drowned her voice out with their roar but she has been doing some…
Poetry
poetry
The Woman In My Life Is Me
byI am the woman I run to when my world turns inside, out. The woman I can count on to dry my salty tears,…
I Bleed, And This Is Not My Weakness. This Is My Power.
byMy body ebbs and flows, like the waves of the ocean. She mirrors the moon, journeying from darkness into light. The sun sets, nights…
She Has A Beauty That Is More Than Skin Deep
byShe has a beauty that her bones and blood are made of. Beauty that is seeded in her soul, and nestled in her womb….
This Is For The Women Who Weren’t Believed
byThis is for the women who weren’t believed. For the women who were made to feel like they did something wrong. The women who were asked…
I Can Like Pink And Be A Feminist
byI don’t need to choose either or. I like pink and I’m a feminist. I paint my nails, swipe on some rosy-red lipstick, and…
If I Was A Man
byIf I was a man, they wouldn’t pass me in the street and tell me to smile. Because a man’s sole purpose on this…
An Open Letter To The Woman I Used To Be
byThis is an open letter to the woman I used to be. I want to say to you, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not…
This Woman Remembers
byThis woman remembers. Oh yes, this woman remembers. This woman remembers discovering and daring to use her divine feminine gifts for healing, growing, and…