inspired by all wombman kind – Dedicated to my wife – Ahava
Her/She/He
Her endurance
Tiring to even ponder
Her consistency, like that of olive oil
Her strength
The degenerated male form can only experience vicariously
Her compassion, Her empathy, fully exercised in ages we have come to know as Golden
When She ruled, civilization knew it’s pinnacle
The village raised it’s children and hope was more abundant
Her eyes…
A window most beautiful, leading me down a path of little resistance
She will not be stopped by a villain named cancer
Not without a tenacity unparallelled
Her ability to rise at dawn with lucifer – to send loved ones off with some of her reserve, undisturbed by her enemy – or so it would seem
As if She wasn’t fighting for Her life
She is the statue of liberty
She is Paris – in code
GODDESS!
She balances the scales
He may attempt to keep Her in Her place
But –
She is an underwater air bubble
Always rising…
She teaches Ahava thru daily gestures
She is the reason we tic
Know it – believe it OR not
She is Sophia
She is EVE-rything
Words Of Phoenix 