In a world where love is buried behind sunken eyes
where even we, great and powerful womyn, succumb unknowingly to the foibles of the collective suppression of the femanine and thus the demeaning of terms that should be described with beauty rather than hate are spread in and out of context
the use of words so meaninglessly thrown to the mentality of weakness, in truth hold great power

To rise is to first fall and break into the ash of the past
to lift the wings of grace and hold steady and true the peace of our existence
To embrace the differences and cherish their wisdom without the thrush of illusion that has for so long befallen

I too have used words that hinder the progress of the female collective
No more
No longer will I allow myself to live in the illusion that all is well when the world shows how clearly all is not well

I accept the ability to respond in a progressive and loving way and where I may still succumb to past programs, let my awareness be stronger and my inner voice guide me back to truth

Namaste