Today I feel like myself. Like a woman whose heart beats out of her chest, my rib cage is stronger than the one it was created from. I am no longer a piece of Adam. I am no longer a descendent of Eve, the serpent in the garden does not know what tempts me, what hurts me, what makes me the happiest and what makes me want to love the hardest. I am a woman. I am the only thing that knows the satisfaction that awaits me and I am the only thing that can unlock it. I am a woman. I am no longer Adam’s breathing bone meal. I am no longer looking for something to blame or to have children outside of a garden where I cannot lie down and look at the fountains and flowers which bloom around me. I am a woman. I no longer seek the approval of someone who I do not care for, in fact I find it hard to care more about people these days than I used to and I don’t know if that’s apathy or the hardening of my heart. I believe in the softness of women but I also believe in the rigidity of who we allow ourselves to hold close— to adore. I feel like a completely mature and developed woman, who has lost her girlhood but understands that it was necessary in order to grow. I am a woman. I feel like an orchard and not just a flower. I do not need a pond to be a lily pad that simply floats; I need space to plant roots that lift the ground underneath me, that interrupt the roads and trip deviants. I am a woman.
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