What is a Woman?

She is biologically bound to womanhood. Her endocrine system is wired to the ancient wisdom of the womb - the house of humanity. Her anatomical parts are a hidden sacred world of life wielding, blood shedding, grounded, powerful potential. She has a vulva, vaginal canal, cervix, uterus, ovaries. She holds Grandmother eggs, created within the body of her Mother, as her XX chromosomes forged her physical being into the body of a baby Girl.

She has breast tissue and mammary glands, nourishing, she nurtures seed into full bloom. She is Medicine, pouring liquid life to soothe her baby's cries. Her milk shifts like the tide, delivering a medicinal concoction for what her baby requires. Spoken through the language of scent, touch, taste, desire, her urge to connect, to shed and walk through the fire. She is a warrior walking the embers of the lineage of Women. She glows in the stars of a fertile moon, plump with the ecstasy of eros within her veins.

She aches, she pains, she rains the salty red dirt of the earth from the lips between her thighs. Her flesh moves with the seasons, she cries with the tides and howls into the night. Her ley lines lead you to the mystical Mother mountain side of her tender gazing eyes. Shedding a waterfall of tears into the expanding pool of life. Maiden, Mother, Maga, Crone. She is a Lunerly dance upon sisterhood’s throne. She oozes, her potent gooey fluid, her pheromones are a pungent perfume. She is wet, wild, fierce, she is a hurricane and it still spring afternoon. She has not forgotten who she is. She cannot forget, the red thread interweaves her blood stream.

The Matriarch, fecund, big breasted wide wombed goddess - she is etched in the walls by the ancient ones. Never to be erased, no matter how hard they try. She is Woman. She is this and so much more. She is more than the sum of her parts.

She didn’t choose woman.

WOMAN CHOSE HER.