I am a sinner
I was born a sinner
A woman who cycles with the moon
A woman who holds creation
In the darkness of her womb.
I am a sinner
I was born a sinner
The red thread that weaves
Through the generations.
So many words
Lie like tricks on the tongues of men.
Who know not
When they call you sinner
Whore
Jezebel
They are naming you priestess
Of the ancient line.
You who live in
That dark world of the feminine
They call hell
The Goddess Hel
Like the spark in your womb
She is right there beneath the surface
Of their consciousness
Their fear as spit in their mouth
In every woman they shame.

Their words acknowledging
Your crown of power
Even as they try to bury you
And like the moon
You rise.

- Jenny Wren