The Practiced Woman (2016)
You hear that? That's the sound of my patience slipping out from my worn hands.
You see me scatter my empathy like seeds in
a meadow of Black-eyed Susan's. Let me tell you I'm out of seeds right now,
i'm all flowered out.
No don't leave and listen close
this is a primitive moment and you will hear me speak.
Bare witness for I am as I always will be.
I am more than Athena, the huntress who's strength isn't from man.
I carry the weight of my success like a trophy in moonlight.
And oh how it glistens
I am not the muse for poets to hearken upon when needed
I am the dawn and twilight and you will listen.
Let it be known I take no half measures. I carry life and wisdom,
For here in my blood is the pathway to societies rise
I am the mind that fosters the generation to come.
I am Voice that lingers in the mists of doubt.
I am the hands that break glass set upon me.
I am the legs that hold fast against the tides of injustice.
I am the eyes that see the suffering of many and heal with a blossoming heart.
Who am I, you ask like a mimic to humanity.
"Are you listening" I answer.
I've told you who I am and who I will always be.
I am the freedom between thighs, and the song past burgundy lips.
I'm the whiskey dancing on rocks and still you ask who I am as if you cannot fathom the greatness within my body.
I am a woman, a practiced woman.
Genderless love flows from my soul
As nights of physical unity are my own
I am a woman whose patience you've tested with your doubt and silly half planned compliments.
I am what I will always be... the success of empires and kingdoms and nations to come.
You ask who i am, but stop and think.
Why would you question a woman who has her shit together when you don't.
So listen close and I'll tell you again. I am a practiced woman.
I have been her for many years and believe me, more will come.
I am a timeless piece in this universe of mortality.
So listen once more.
I am as primal and modern as can be.
I am whoever I want to be.
My body, my mind, my spirit, will never be yours.
They are all mine.
I am a woman.
So learn to like it, respect it, and move on.