Being a Girl
I’m just a girl, a single human being with girl parts. I have that weeping thing between my legs, and a mind that thinks too much. I have so much love in my heart for every critter and every person who finds themselves in hard times. Sometimes I give too much, and sometimes too little.
Life, it befuddles me, but here I am, still a girl and still a turtle. I have a shell of multi colors because I have touched so many people in my life, and they have touched me. I can’t express what happens when you hold the hand of someone so different than you and you listen to their pains and angst. You grow and share, and maybe you lose something, and maybe they gain, but both are better for the experience.
Here I am – 50 years in this body, this marred, scarred, and tattooed body. But it is my body and it still works mostly. I can still breathe, and I still love, and I still cry for others. I still try without the judgments I see thrown out to us like wind - like happenstance - hate this, accept this.
Sometimes I want to squirrel about and ignore all the things calling me. I’ve done the hard work. I’ve literally done the hard work.
Girls, we are a blessing to the earth and the world. We do the hard work, not just turning over the dirt, or planting the seeds, or holding the hands of those who are dying. We create the next generation, we yell, and cry, and show emotion, and the world is only better for having us.
Girls, we are a blessing to man, we love, we embrace, and we understand things that may be a challenge. We laugh, we dance, we sing, and we console. We wash, cook, clean, and iron. We love, sometimes when no one else will.
Seems we are the soft, safe, and secure place the world keeps saying doesn’t exist.
Keep seeking as always.