You cannot tell me that I’m an Amazon Goddess
Walking fearlessly, head held high, chest
proud
Bare against the breeze, hair tangled down my
back.
Feet nimble on the crags, legs strong, fast,
solid.
For I am not a warrior. I do not have the
presence,
Banshee voice, ferocious, eyes focussed
On destroying anything and anyone in my path,
Skin smeared with the blood and bile of my
enemies.
How can you see me as a woman of war?
I do not have the attention or faith to fight.
Crouching behind boulders, scared, terrified
Watching as others claim their just prizes.
Maybe you see what I cannot see. Me in my
pack,
Walking fearlessly, head held high, chest
proud
Knowing not when the battle will soften or end.
Bundled together, a battalion of soft
hardness.
You know that I don’t see the weakness that is
woman.
We stand firm, at war with the world, at war with
ourselves,
Skin smeared with the blood and bile of our
enemies,
Oozing, seething, drowning in our own seeping
juices.
Maybe I cannot see that in being soft, I am
strong,
In standing proud, insular, I am a part of the
whole,
In being fearless, I walk an unknown path, silent
alone,
Walking the unknown road of every woman who ever lived.
