Inside The Woman’s Body

How can they say

that the woman

is not a strong

Creature

That the woman

who holds creation

in the palm of her

hands

is not a Creature

to be feared

How can they say

that the woman

is a fragile, delicate

Rose

That the woman

whose insides clench

and tear and bleed

themselves

is not red enough

to face reality

How can they say

that the woman

is a ghost here

Drifting

That the woman

who screamed for

centuries is not

real

or right in our

fight for relevance