Modern Day Witches

Her hair is greasy but not coarse

She doesn't feel the need to wash the world off quite as often as others

And her nose is bent but not hooked

The rain gives her energy

She finds patches of forest

To run, dance, play

She crouches beside yellow rivers of pollen

bewitched by the swirl of pigment

watch as it sticks to the rock

She loves the tangle of flowing dresses around ankles

And dirt, barefoot, between toes

She asks herself

where our paths will wind

She’s afraid

of where we might go

She studies humanity

And cries for its ugliness

Still, she knows its beauty

and brings it out around her

She’s often lost in pages

That teach of inner energy

and connection with the universe

She cannot work when the sun is out

because good sunlight deserves a good walk about

She lights incense and meditates

To further understand herself and her unlimited power

She walks with the memory of a tiny hand in hers

And fights for not her future, but the future she will pass on

She teaches others how to live and let go

Yet reaches out to everyone

And clings still to those who need

We are antiestablishment

We fight for our womanhood

We aren’t afraid to ask for things

We assert ourselves, hear our voice on the streets

They cannot burn us again and so they may try to bury us

But we won’t stay down

We are modern day witches

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