Woman,
Your body is not an "ill-informed DIY building"
It is a paradise of creation.
Your body is the perfect daughter
Of millions of years
Of grandmothers.
Your body was once worshipped
By your fathers and brothers
As the earth itself
As She who gives life and takes life away.
It begins and ends with you,
Keeper of the flame.
Woman,
When it comes to your body
There are no experts
Except you.
You who ebb and flow with the seasons
You whose blood forms bone
And muscle, and mind,
And who whispers to your babe
As they swim in the dark pool
Of your womb.
This soul who chose you
As their partner in earthly initiation.
What instrument made by
Man's hands
Could compare to you?
What book could impart
The secrets of your heart
To those in white coats?
All the sweet and beautiful ways
Your body can open
In love.
What, listen to those
Who would simply measure
What they can see
And never understand?
Their place is not in the seat
Of authority
When you hold all the power
Chosen woman
That seat is yours.
- Jenny Wren
Inspired by a post by a midwife about parents ignoring advice from "professionals".
