I like feminism, and I like writing poetry. So this happened.






I am Juliet who drove Romeo to die
I am Delilah cutting Samson’s hair
And I am Joan of Arc burned alive.

I am broken by one man
And healed by another
But only because
I let them.

I am the wife of Abraham
And I stand tall as Britannia.
My eyes put Helen to shame
And Aphrodite covets my mouth.

I throw myself upon Dido’s pyre
As Bernadette I heal the sick
And my thunder howls with Juno’s roar
I am Mary, carrying God inside of me.

I am anything, and I am everything.
Eternal and I only last a second.
I take the Heavens apart with my fingers
And put them back together in a better way.