who we are

Written
on their face, the
lines of worry, the lines
that define an age, a moment
of inflection
as we drop the pretense, the
promise
never fulfilled
the lie told often
and over
…faith;
lightning was magic
the stars;
gods
and priests controlled access
a direct line
to the everlasting…
but we are no longer there, no
longer held in awe
in bondage
to fear, superstition
…we are human
fallible
wanting
but magnificent and
kind
if we forget what we believe
are told
to believe
and let go of old models, of
old ideas;
you are woman
you are amazing
alone
together, with
without…
… always deserving of human
respect
always equal
but
as eternally
unique
like me, like
you
without invisible
masters
absentee landlords
defining
who
we are.

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