I'm just a woman.
Just a magical being through which souls seek birth and rebirth.
A highly intuitive converser with other realms and dimensions.
A sensitive barometer reflecting back to you your level of integrity.
Is it my fault you don't like what you see?
Just a woman.
A primal goddess, devoted wife, loving mother, vengeful destroyer
My sensitivity is a gift, if you will use it. I sicken or blossom, rage and wail or sigh in ecstasy in accordance with how you treat me. A bundle of life force energy. Shakti.
My heart holds a thousand poems, my tongue a thousand ego lacerations. I command respect like a thunderstorm, a tornado... a nun.
Just a woman.
Lately I feel like a gorgon, like my gaze could kill a man - can't meet my eyes. Babies think if they cover their face the mother can't see them.
Just a woman. Arms full of blood and roses. Eyes full of tears.
