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Feminine (adj.)


1. When I was a child, I thought my hair a leash, an agony, a nest for rats, so I took up my scissors to hack and slice and cut until it was gone. I spat in the eyes of those who called my hair a crown and glory, till I became a woman, and I learned of how saints and martyrs had laid mantles over holy things, and I then grew to see every wave, tangle, and wisp to be such a mantle for my head and body.

 

2. A woman’s teeth sank through a ruby-red rind and sin entered in to the world. A woman brings her maid to her husband and bids him to take her as he would a wife. A woman was deceived. A woman opened the box and let loose evil. A woman, a woman, a woman!

 

3. When I was a child, you declared the needle and thread symbols of captivity, of servility, of submissiveness, so I put away my needle and thread and shoveled down any desire for fear of looking weak. I let you tell me how to interpret these forms, till I became a woman, and I learned how my foremothers used the needle and thread to bind civilizations, and then I grew to see how it was my mother and grandmother and her mother before her who taught me my culture.

 

4. A woman’s heels rested upon the moon and stars. A woman’s hand struck a wooden stake through the temple of her enemy’s skull. A woman bears the image of God and His  Bride. A woman bears the image of a nation and a people as they bleed for their freedom. A woman, a woman, a woman!

 

5. When I was a child, I thought my body a monster, a cage, a prison cell, so I counted the days until I could dye my hair henna-red and hide my eyes with colored glass and adorn every inch of flesh with vibrant color so no one would see it. I raged at the Divine for giving me such a body as this, till I became a woman, and I saw the beauty in the softness of my stomach and the angles of my bones, and I grew to see the perfection of my grandmother Eve even in my imperfect form.

 

6. I am the woman, flesh carved from bone, and hair a holy mantle over my body. I am the woman, the daughter of a mother whose Son crushed the heads of snakes. I am the woman, entrusted language and wisdom and heritage. A woman, a woman, a woman!

 
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Rachel Genevieve

Hello! I'm a writer from Texas. I'm more used to writing prose, but I write poetry from time to time. I like literature, folklore, theology, and tea. I'm a Christian, so some of my poetry may reflect this.

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S.zaynab.k
<p>A woman is great and so is her mantle. Glad to know you grew up to appreciate womanhood. I admire my gender as a female since women are as great as men as far as their purpose in this world. Kudos for your superb poetry.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><div><p>plz pleez do drop by again to read and comment under my newest poem too, such interaction feels warm in this cold world so we can be all be friends.</p></div><div>&nbsp;</div>

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