I Am My Own

“I am not chewed up, spat out bubblegum”

I am not fine china chipped by his touch now sitting on the thrift store shelf.

I am not a porcelain tea cup filled with saliva from mouths of boys for whom I willingly opened my legs.

I am not plucked petals of a rose trampled by men that entered my hallowed place without my consent.

I am not a shiny new bicycle used for a joyride reduced to a ridden whore.

I am not the ideology carved into my heart by men with halos balanced on horns.

I am a sensuous spell cast behind the veil

I am erotic magic in the moonlight

I am an ember of intimacy

I am a sacred mystery

My womb has been a garden

My womb has been a grave

My breasts have fed the future

I have carried the world on my hip six times

I have danced with the presence of the Holy

I am a force field of femininity

I am Heir to the Universe

I am a part of the Divine

I am one with Love

I am without shame

I am my own
I am my own
I am my own

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Holly is a rainbow in a world of neutrals. A lover of tacos, rainbows and massive amounts of coffee. Holly digs naps and cuddling with her people which include her hunky hubby and six awesome children. Mourning with those who mourn and rejoicing with those who rejoice is one of Holly’s greatest passions. As a fierce lover of nature, she uses her work as a Forest Therapy guide to aid in her own healing journey as well as offering the healing power of creation to others in her community.

 

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