Sunday, June 12, 2016

Women Rise

Our wombs thunder
with spirits of steel
a steady pace and hunger
for healing.

The stars,
our hallowed ground,
call us to fight
with tender hearts
and wise minds.

From priestess
to prostitute, sacred all,
made to conceive
not be torn apart.

We must rise
against edicts that imprison
lies and pass evils
from dark to light.


by ©Marta 6-12-2016

Inspired by Hillary Rodham Clinton, first woman presumptive nominee for President of the United States of America.