I want a closet full of ball gowns that I wear to the grocery store
I want a shelf full of outlandish hats that I wear to walk the dog
I want a drawer full of adorable fandom socks that I wear with bedazzled sneakers
I want a collection of cloaks, coats, and sweaters handmade from mismatched scraps of fabric and yarn that create random, joyous patterns
I want to dance on curbs and twirl in open spaces
I want to speak random bits of spontaneous verse in the park
I want to compliment the charismatic child and the quietest person at the party so they know they are seen
I want to be the joyous crone who says sage things and knows that life shouldn’t be taken so seriously
I want to be unequivocally, undeniably me
-gws
My body does not behave like yours
It does not look like yours
React like yours
Respond like yours
Hurt or heal like yours
It tolerates heat, touch, illness, medication differently than yours
This body is not yours
It is mine
It is my home
My vessel
My temple
It is my conveyance through this life
It is the only thing that is one hundred percent mine
And no pen or opinion of another being
Has a right to intervene in my agency over it
-gws
They sang by the well
They danced by the sea
They shared the old stories beneath the oak tree
She mothered the children
She tended with care
She knew that her village would always be there
I listen to wisdom
I watch old hands work
I learn at the feet that have long graced the earth
We women have shared
We women have cried
We women are stronger as sisters side by side
As maidens we listen
As mothers we love
As crones we share wisdom from all we've dreamed of
-gws
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