International Women's Day
I googled Feminist Poetry
Because on International Women's Day
I wanted to bring you words as iridescent as pearls.
I found poem after poem
And how we don't have to be pretty.
I found lines and lines
About not being quiet, and overcoming, and men.
I remembered then, that not every woman is a feminist
But all of them belong to the sodality I woke to celebrate this evening,
So I searched for poems about sisterhood;
For the words that traced their fingers
Over the map of the world
To say "We are each other's place of belonging. Always."
For the verses which tried to cut out pieces of the sky to wrap around a woman's shoulders
As though she had fled from the burning building of her life
Into the safety of our kinship.
I read the words of women from different centuries,
From countries further away than I will likely ever travel.
I saw how we have kept our arms open
And our courage overflowing
Even when we could only use our library voices, for our whole lives.
Even when we were told who we are by people who were wrong.
Even when they tried to make us smaller than a matchstick in a giant's hand.
And I am glad to be a woman;
To share that intuition and wisdom
With all of those who claim it.
To be rising, with them,
Like the birds in summer,
Who fly on fearless wings