Honoring Your Nefertiti

She is made of papyrus

She cannot hide away

Her stories are written out

Across her arms, down her back

She is rough she is sturdy

Rainy days will not wet her

The wind cannot whither her

She remains the same forever

 

Her bones are made of onyx

They give her courage

She will always be prepared for battle

Though she may seem dark

She knows how to ease the pain

 

Her blood is the Nile

Giving life to the world

They are the tears of every woman

 

She worships nothing but the sun

She honors the goddess within

She is the lady of all women

Daily Post

Bath time

Lying in radioactive blue water
No bubbles but they say it’s good for the skin
I slide back and forth like a water park
Trying to mix the hot and cold
I rocked the boat
Cracked the ceiling
I dropped straight down to the floor
No where to land nothing to catch me
My parents sit stunned by the Christmas tree
I wake up in a bed
IV drips drips up my arm
I wonder if you’ll visit me now
What will you think
The bathroom tiles marbled in my face
I suppose you’ll never steal another kiss
I suppose it will never be just us again
It was always my skin you loved
Not anything that lied beyond

My eyes blink open to the same blue water
I check the mirror
All a dream
A perfect angel looks back at me
And I still I think it is the end of you and I

Philomela’s Rape

He tried to silence me                                     Cut out my tongue to hide my story
He didn’t know
Women have been silent for centuries
We learn to speak
with the rest of our body
Weave stories with our hands
Cry for help with our eyes
Men are wrapped up in themselves
Women smell danger coming
They feel trouble in the wind
My sister did
She followed my scent to the woods
She squeezed me tight and
in that touch the plot began
We played our roles for you
Stayed in our rightful place
Cooked a meal to satisfy a manly hunger
We watched you eat your flesh and blood
Didn’t flinch when your screams
Shattered windows
You thought you had us
Now we are alone and you could pin me down again
You ran
Tackled
Opened your eyes
Nothing
Look up
My legs turned to wings
And I hum the nightingales song
As I fly into the sky

But my wings are heavier than the swallows
I can’t forget the burden you put on me
I was transformed but not saved
There is a difference
I will always have a taint to me

 

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Growing Pains – Let it shine

I’ve been living inside a shell

Hand picked just for me
I was a little hermit
Naive and hopeful
You painted my shell
Memories and symbols in bright colors
Intended to reflect what’s on the inside

I grew to love my outer layer
It gave me comfort
Smelled just the way I liked
Hugged the corners of my pre-pubescent curves

But I am not a hermit anymore
They call me shark, scorpion
I had ecosystems waiting for me to conquer them
Strange that I should still cling to this shell
It’s not that I couldn’t feel it was two sizes too small
I thought the pressure was what kept me awake
I caught myself in the mirror
I saw my outer colors faded
This could not reflect the inside anymore

I shed my skin and stepped into the naked sun

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/shine/

XX Chromosome

I am not the Woman of Willendorf

I have a face with many expressions

Do not exaggerate my features

Don’t put me in a tight outfit, give me a push up bra, or shrink my shirt to reveal my midriff

My mind  is not full of flowers

My neurons move just as fast as yours

I am a woman but it is not my ass, my breasts, or my aptitude for giving birth that makes me so

There is no milk flowing from my body

My womb is empty–it’s doing just fine on it’s own

 

No I am not the Woman of Willendorf

I am not a symbol for your manhood

I am the woman of battlefields

Your fist could never knock me out

I’ve had knives deep inside me

You couldn’t scare me if you tried

So go ahead put me on a shelf

Use me as nothing more than a sex toy

I’ll take your pride and nail it to a sticking place

I’ll crucify your boyhood

© Hannah Munroe

The Belly of the Whale

So you’re the hero of this story

and you depart on your journey

you listened to the wisdom of the medicine man, they say he’s a loony but you knew better

here you are face to face with the beast  but rather than defeat him you are swallowed whole

In the unknown now, you ask yourself, “Am I in heaven? Or some place worse?” You will see many frights here but what you learn is this:

The only thing which you must conquer lies within

It is the beasts we lock away inside ourselves which needs taming

only then will there be peace

drop into the belly of the whale

for you will be born again

ashes to ashes dust to dust

nothing in this world is permanent

only the mark that we leave

do not cling to your earthly body

like a snake you must shed your skin

so take what remains and scatter it across oceans, dismember your old self, slay that which held you captive

In this belly you will be born again

Into a higher self

© Hannah Munroe