internationalwomensday

International Women’s Day!

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I am a proud woman, no periods, semicolons or colons about it. I live in a fishbowl of an African, Portuguese and American family of women: my real family, my father has since passed and adopted family that being my religious friends, BFF’s and buddies. Yes, it takes a village. 

We laugh. We shop. We cry. We travel. We party. We tell stories. We worship. We argue. We agree. We disagree. We exercise. We read. We evolve. We love. We share experiences and that’s just the way I like it.

So, in this beautiful March day, pad on the back to many out there still fighting in the trenches for everyday survival. Love to all the single mothers and queens of their own dominions. Kisses to the young woman who are still getting to know herself, struggling to get her id card. Hooray to all those who have found the purse on their backs. Celebrate yourself, us today and everyday. Much love and Peace sisters. Girl power. Happy International Women’s Day!

Mild Aroma, Woman

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Friends Bible

My life is one constant motion for equality, survival, acceptance, candid curves.
I fight to exist, smile, laugh, to be heard. I am happy.
I fight to be able to put my pants on, comb my hair a certain way, a pierced ring on my nose and a lipstick of my choosing. I scream.
I fight so the person next door know that I am me. I am free.
I fight like a tiger.
I don’t need to have a rock star intelligence, sculpted body or wear high heel to be me.
I am beautiful, I am ugly. I am skinny, I am fat. I am short, I am tall. I am DD, I am A. I like blue, red, purple or green. I am every shade there is.
I am an emotional reck who sheds tears faster then the rain drop but a gracious gentle flower then the winding wave washing ashore.
I zigzag like a butterfly, I marvel life, I embody serenity but I don’t crack; I keep going.
I am a sexual tender, mild aroma in the bushes,
the charismatic being looking for to get drunk of laughter at the next friend’s corner bar.
I feel prettier then the rainbow because I like to breathe in the sun and irradiate the room.
I wake up at cracker dawn say my Amens and Thank You’s to the Man upstairs,
feed my herds sooner that I can drink my coffee and hit the next train to Georgia.
I am gorgeous. I love. I create. I educate. I dream. I give life.
I am a light. I beam. I venerate. I compete. I am ferocious.
I am authentic. I am complicated.
I am a leader and there isn’t a math equation I haven’t been able to solve.
I did’t go to school, I am scientist. I am not a doctor, I am a farmer. I am a teacher, I am a tattoo artist. I am an astronaut, I am pool dancer. I am not a mother, I am a sister, daughter, grandma, companion, lover, friend, wife, aunt, a soldier…
I am me. I am my own voice. I am a woman. I am girl. I am female. 

Happy International Women’s Day!