To women who have swallowed their voices long enough
Who have cleared their throats of contradictions
Women who are awkward and quirky
Women like me on the unfunny end of the joke
Women like me who grow like orchid
Crooked and ready
Women who bend
Women who do not fit in or out
Who are brown and magical
Denim women who clean up well in the wash
Who are focused and afraid
To women who hear voices
Women who choose when to obey
Women who see sounds and feel colors
To women who sound like ourselves
Red clay women who are textured and raw
Women who fight and lose
Who get up and fight again
To women who win
To powerful women like me
Who are eyes and travel
Who are wish and bones
Hotel and backwoods and off road
Roar women like me who are whisper and breathy
Water women with intuition and burn
Forehead and fingers
Feet and elbows
Legs and teeth
Body women
Licorice and lovely
Wood and sand
Flame women
Chocolate and all these hues
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