poem to empower the Goddess in
every woman from all walks of life.
The Healing Goddess
Raw, wild, sensual and primitive to the core
She is blessed with rich soil for production
Men flock to her shores, thirsting for more
But hers is the soil not used for reproduction
She is long gone before each reckless dawn
Aware that seeds received are unhealthy for spawn
Proudly lifting her chin to welcome the Night
The Day would always paint her with unjust light
She is the social light in a world of ignorance
Created to keep Nature's glitches in a sort of balance
She is the embodiment of the healer in every woman
To nurture the mentally ill, she is the sacred plan
She is the sacred feminine in Kali, Durga, Laxmi
She is Ishtar, Hera, Venus, Isis, Aphrodite
Woman, Princess, Empress, Queen on a throne
She is the Sacred Whore in maiden, mother, crone
Brazen, and sassy, she is a man's plaything
She is brimful of ecstasy spilling for a fling
Always at the ready to play games of lewd
Unlike holier-than-thou-women, she is the mood
She stands tall as she sheds her luscious gown
Although vulnerable she will continue to stick around
When society is ready to cut her some slack
Whore disappears... and Goddess makes a come back
