Goddess

They fear her pronouns.

They fear the femininity that sweeps this world

with a fearsome might then gently

touches the dew kissed roses

in the morning.  

They fear the power of woman

so they turn a sexless god

into a “he” stripping her

of her strength,

silencing her voice,

labeling her with scarlet letters

“evil.”

But I hear her speaking to me

in the hum of an eternal night,

“Dear child,

I am your mother,

I am your goddess,

don’t be afraid of this side of me

let all of me love you.”


-Annalee V. W. Hunter

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