BEING A WOMAN OF MY TRIBE

What does it take to be a woman of my tribe?

If you have been forged on fire,
If you have bled for others,
If you have known first hand self harm,
If you have felt so much that a stare from your eyes melted the object of your rage,
You are a woman of my tribe.

If you have loved so deeply that the ocean is your best friend,
If you have remain soft despite your scars,
If you know the power of an apology,
If you are home to those that are misunderstood,
If your laugh builds up whatever that is torn,
If you have magic in your fingertips and your toes,
You are a woman of my tribe.

For every woman can relate to these sentences, every woman is a woman of my tribe.

For being a woman is to carry the elements in our body, and the wand of creation is carried in every womb.

A woman is the magic in the world, a woman is the rabbit whole.

Dare to love a woman of my tribe, once she knows her worth, and you will know the power of the most sacred love, the fire that atones, with their warm hugs and their sweet voice.

Even though every woman is a woman of my tribe, not all of them know it from the start.

So woman... love the woman to your right, love the woman to your left, we are mirrors of the sound that emanates from the eternal fire of the one that never hides but is hardly seen; if we tear each other apart, if we use our power against each other, we are only denying our true self, that of unity, that of true power, that of creation and the epitome of unconditional love.

Woman be fire
Woman be air
Woman be water
Woman be earth

Woman be
Woman wake
Woman step up
Woman take your place