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.
