Channeled Poem, Woman to Woman 4-19-2011

We as women have

much lost I fear,

for we give birth

to baby girls then

don't hold them near.

We push them into

the desert of doubt,

and the desert of

shame as we

were in the same bout,

as we grew up

wondering why we

had gotten so bad,

and why this embarrassment

and distance from dad?

Why does this constant

stream of the judge

flow to and from us

and through it we trudge,

down the long pathway

to full whole true sex,

realizing at this late date

we were under a hex,

of ignorance, malice,

competition and vice,

and success was left to

the turn of the dice.

For who encountered us

when we were as then,

would wonder what 

demons were inside our head.

Layers and layers

of societal pleasing,

burdens of money 

and image outside,

dampened the fire

responsible for teasing,

the fire of passion,

the deliciousness of

a pure long hot bath 

of the forbidden love

that counterbalances

the history of doubt,

and results most probably 

in various shouts

of competitive power moves

to reclaim our position

of invalidation and lack of fruition.

Now I stand before you

with a strong and wide stance,

owning my power

and leading the dance,

of full messy bodily

functions of life,

and cutting the cords

with a serrated knife,

wavy and sharp to cut

quickly right through,

the polite safe and docile

rules blinding you too.

--EVE