by Genevieve Bingham
This poem is dedicated to the women of Iran
I am Woman
My very existence
is a threat to the system
I can rise with the Sun
But the Moon’s my religion
There’s no way to erase
My ancestral wisdom
My blood carries the Codes
Of the new generation
You destroy me
You destroy nations
Between my legs
lies the gates to spirit
When I say No
Every soul on earth will hear it
My cries are loud
For my sisters before me
We’re wide awake now
And we’re telling their stories
Of the midwives, the witches
The medicine women
Burned at the stake
for their powerful wisdom
But my feet are now guided
By sacred direction
My body adorned
With Divine protection
My legs strong like my mother
My throat dripping in truth
My heart beating louder
With each passing moon
So I’ll say it again
And maybe this time you’ll listen
I am woman
And herstory is about to be rewritten.
