This Woman

I am multigendered. I used to say I had no gender, but I feel that is no longer my reality at this point in my life. Fluidity is my norm, like water in cracks, I flow even when not desired.

I'm giving birth to my woman side of me. She is coming out strong. At first, she kicked and screamed and was tortured. Now I have shown her love, have listened to this caring mother, and she is beginning to sprout.

I feel and see seeds inside of me, my capacity to give life has been intensified, my ability to love has increased tenfold. This mother that once craved freedom so badly, has now surfaced and is faced with the reality of being set free. She is ready to explore, she is ready to touch things and help them grow. She will nurture and pray and believe.

She lets people live, despite having been caged herself. It's from the experience of these shackles that she knows birds must be allowed to fly. She respects and she listens, and smiles only because she wants to. Her smiles fill hearts with love and joy, as if to remind that we are never alone and there is nothing to fear. She has always roamed the earth.

This woman is ready to start her garden, to create a wonderful bounty that will feed thousands for years to come. Talking to her plants she will give them life, and now realizes that there are no wasted moments, we are all part of the same existence.

This woman sees her future. It is full of love. No matter what comes, love guides the way. This woman talks with her multigendered self and many many beings. She is patient and kind, and never rushes into anything.

This woman can also kick ass, she can give advice that can bring the biggest brute to tears. Her words come from deep roots and truths. Truths passed down through the ages.

This woman can cook, oh boy can she cook. Patiently waits for beans to boil, soups, moles, everything under the sun. Her only recipe is to nurture, she nurtures herself and others through her food, there are never any slap-dash meals.

She sings, humming the tune of her life, the life that has been passed down for generations. The life that is deep within her soul. The songs come out of her, she never has to try. Cantando con su alma, siempre.

She feels pain, has an incredible capacity to soak up raw emotions and crazy energies in the room. She soaks them up, balances them, and lets them back out. This woman always has a presence.

Her hair flows long and her body is strong. Her temple she cares for well. Soft hands but a strong mind, she is not to be taken lightly. You'll never want to fuck with this woman, there's no need, she will always give.

The breaths she takes revive her spirit. Though her body has been gone for ages, she now surfaces in a new one. Her knowledge was never lost. Perseverance and hope don't die with the body, they can be carried on, can live for as long as they are needed.

The woman is out, she uses her hands to inspire. She uses her life to spread love. This woman never died.