woman is magnificent being wrapped in the arms of the cosmos.
she is all rage and fury. all soft and secure.
she is the being that can suffer with strength and
heal with brutal truth.
woman is wild — even when she cowers, cornered and afraid.
woman is wild because even when she is fearful,
she is calculated and calculating.
she is planning her escape
even as she trembles under the heat of your gaze.
wild woman is fierce in her softness,
formidable in her ability to love.
woman will love you freely and more fully than you have ever known
because all women are wild.
and under the heavy layers of expectation,
all women love themselves, fiercely.
because woman is resilient, can bear the harshest of brutalities,
locking eyes with misfortune
until it cowers in her gaze.
because woman knows that despite it all
she is magnificent,
deserving of fruitful love.
and when she knows, nothing will stop her from living her dreams,
harvesting her fruits.
for woman is all love, all strength, all fury, all contradiction.
all without apology.
she knows she owes no sorries for her unboxable truth.
The universe never apologizes for its show of beauty
or its mysterious unleashing of might.
and what is woman but star stuff?
she glows like galaxies in the dark of night.
she shines like gold in the amber sun of day.
what is woman but magic made flesh.