Each day my sex pulls away

Another man claims it,

declaring this the better way.

Whatever the future may bring,

behind every curtain, Woman rules the King.

No matter the time or place,they find

ways to diminish us, and now

we cheer our own decline.

My days feel numbered, so today hear me say:

I am Woman,possessor of many weapons,

not a symbol of identity,

I am the divine.

The giver, forgiver,

that which flows through your veins,

I am the river of life.

Perhaps it is part of the plan:

we are altered until we no longer hold

life in our hands.

Like all things on earth,

one day I’ll erode,

yet even in paradox

I retain the code.