Nov 15, 2009

I am a Powerful Woman; I Eat Things

I am a powerful woman

I eat things


I open my mouth

and eat

all the darkness outside

I open my mouth

and chew

on the bones of broken dreams


I am a powerful woman

I eat things


Between my lips

is a wide hole with teeth

I bite down

on hard, evil things

I bite down

and convert them into potent energy


I am a powerful woman

I eat things


I grow strong and thick

like a deciduous tree

I can carry chubby cheeked children

on my ample hips

I can bear much weight

on my scarred back

and secure shoulders


I am a powerful woman

I eat things


I hunger for life

Eating is nourishment

for my blood, bones, and muscles

Arms that protect

Hands that heal

Feet that go places


I am a powerful woman

I eat things


I am not ashamed

I can swing my apple hips

to sultry music

I will not hide

I can lift my head high

to feel the sun on my face


I am a powerful woman

I eat things

1 comment:

Ms. Rhonchell said...

This is a great poem! I stumbled across your blog by chance but I'd like to invite you to read mine as well.
msrhonchell.blogspot.com

Thanks!