The Dangerous Woman
Walking her path with love woven into her locks
That flow freely as a spring river
Carrying the stories of old between her breasts
The milk of tales from past days
Words of spirit that hold the nourishment of the earth
Growing the children with light from ancestral heart song
Torchbearer of a thousand women that stand before and beside her
The blood of the land in their wombs
Holding the memories around the fire
That burns with ancient knowledge
You wonder why she is called the dangerous woman
Let me tell you
She rises from the dust of battles fought
To reclaim her land
Following the cry of her mother to bear arms
Listening to the whispers of her grandmother
That are rooted in rich soil
Holding the hands of her sisters with defiance
In unity
To take back that which has been stolen
These women that listen to each other
Holding that space for the old stories to birth once again
That tell of their power
Rising as mountains from the belly of fire and tears
As one
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