Happy International Woman's Day

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We are women. Mujeres. We cry easily. We laugh. We are emotional. It does not make us weak. We are indeed able to withstand more pain. We are indeed more able to overcome, and more able to forgive. We are more able to Love. And if you hurt our heart or our babies, we are just as capable to start wars. We are women. I dedicate this poem to us! Viva La Mujer!

Woman Me

Your smile, delicate

rumor of peace.

Deafening revolutions nestle in the

cleavage of

your breast.

Beggar-Kings and red-ringed Priests

seek glory at the meeting

of your thighs.

A grasp of Lions. A lap of Lambs.

Your tears, jeweled

strewn a diadem

caused Pharaohs to ride

deep in the bosom of the

Nile. Southern spas lash fast

their doors upon the night when

winds of death blow down your name

A bride of hurricanes. A swarm of summer wind.

Your laughter, pealing tall

above the bells of ruined cathedrals.

Children reach between your teeth

for charts to live their lives.

A stomp of feet. A bevy of swift hands.

-Maya Angelou