Women Womyn Womben Womxn history Month ends today. Now We write the Present and the Future
A poem for these times-
My arms are fluffy
That’s not where I hold my power.
My heart,
My womb
These are great stores of power.
Reserves unending –
Strength you cannot see –
Fight you cannot know –
Until it hits you –
Pow!
Squarely on your imposing jaw.
Don’t fuck with me
You cannot have my power
Nor know my secrets.
I am not yours to possess.
My loving fluffy arms
Will not embrace your toxic love
Nor coddle the rotting carcass of
Patriarchal oppression.
Give up your dead and lay them to rest.
There is no welcome home,
No holy ground,
No nurturing shelter-
Not until you bow down, lay down your weapons.
Join us in peace.
Or continue your suicide walk as you die by your own hand.
Not I, not We.
Our Love is a cloak,
Magic, warm, powerful, and endless,
Draped across the fluffy arms,
Crone to Crone to Crone…
We are strong,
We will protect our Home.
 By Momo Carole Wilde
