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Hi.

Thanks for stopping by.  This is my invitation into my life, work, and our collective creativity, love, and kindness.  I hope you enjoy your time here.  

A WOMAN.

A WOMAN.

a poem about the paradoxical nature of femininity 

tell me
what does it look like to be a woman?

but don’t tell me about having it all
as i try to write
but i can’t breathe from the guilt gripping my chest
as i try to leave
but my kids scream and my heart shatters
not only because of their unmet wants
but also because of
mine
as i try to be
just let me be
not overtaken by

the pressure.

so, tell me
i can be a mom and nurture?
i can tame my passion?
i can shut up or shut down afraid of what i might
become
but what if i am more afraid of what i
don’t become?
because what about my other “options”

OR
i can be strong
intelligent
driven

OR
i can be wild
free

so, tell me
you want me to pursue
until it makes you uncomfortable
you want me to love
what you tell me to love
you want me to feel
what you can hold in the palm of your hand

nothing more.
nothing less.

why do you get to tell me what it means to be a
woman?

photo by:
alexandre chambon https://unsplash.com/@goodspleen

QUESTIONS.

QUESTIONS.

THE WIND.

THE WIND.

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