I have nothing to give Other than my experiences And some roots of wisdom Written on my falling leaves My last hurrah of color
And I chuckle as I see My old sisters trying to lay one more egg Or produce one more apple For greedy, needy humans Enough already! You dumb clucks!
You lifted your face You colored your hair You perked up your boobs Bejeweled like a year-round Christmas tree Even the evergreens are laughing
It is the time for tea Time for our bone dance To lock our funny bones together To chant the truth of our marrow We are more sap than syrup
How we ever came to believe That we are more than just giant flesh tubes Dependent the Earth--Our Mother Is the marvel of storytelling And the weakness of our minds
But old women know the truth We can still smell our monthly blood And womb water and lactating breasts And shit and piss and blood And semen and sweat
Old women know our reason for being-- Our natural place in the ecosystem Is to love and protect Her and Her babies With our flesh and bones and brain Made from Her--we are Her
Let His-story die Our heart is Her heart Our soul is Her soul Sorry if I popped your pimple But Heaven is here on Earth.
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