Phenomenal Woman

My breasts rise as I breathe in life.

And I feel it.

The power of the feminine.

Do not be mistaken.

I am not suppressing the masculine.

But you see, I am a woman.

And I want to be a woman.

So I feel it and I let it sink deeper into my bones.

The sensuality, the strength, the joy of womanhood.

I am not the first woman to recognize this feminine greatness.

And I am not the first woman that those threatened have attempted to quiet down.

I am not the first woman to be stripped of her strength and given a title of God given subordinate.

I am not the first woman to be shushed of her intuition and given a title of the emotional one.

I am not the first woman whose lush sensuality has been covered and given a title of virtuous modesty.

And I won’t be the last.

So today I let Maya Angelou’s voice guide me through this poem that reminds me that my whole womanhood is powerful and life giving and tender and strong and changing.

My body, my mind and my spirit are inseparable from the divine feminine.

I breathe in and I feel it. I breathe out and the world will feel it.