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I am Mother by Nature, my arms  wrap around - embrace - stretch   the wholesome world and back again.  I feel the footsteps of all things  caress my cheeks, run across  my face. I am a place where  the tiniest ants or greyest,  wrinkling elephants my find a home.  I am the diamonds that sky-necklace is made of - jeweling stars across  the firmament where  birds delight in swimming  in my bluest, velvet gown.  I am the darkest frown of  night. I am the brightest  smile of day.  I am the longest thought   in the heads of human beings.  The heaviest heart heard in  the cry of artists  who cannot match me - in the reckonings of time  - they make their art - it lasts less than a day - little lingering, flapping like dying fireflies, whilst, a most simple thought of mine may stay a thousand thousand, thousand years until it crumbles to dust.  I am the breath, the dance  the play of all  the myriad things  that I create.  I am everything you see, hear, touch taste, smell.  Nothing under the sun  is begun or undone  but by me.  I own all things  - day and night  - everything is mine   for I am Divine. By Elizabeth Uter

Imagine - I am my mother's daughter in spirit and action. Bold, ready to act, remaining true to my own visions which are vast. I am a magnet of happiness this means I wait for no one to form my smile, to seek my type of wild laughter that whistles through the gap in my teeth. I am fearless in speaking my truth, which is as lush, as ripe as golden fruits that I wantonly, constantly feel with my hands in various markets, at home, in the houses of strangers, feeling the fullness, allowing the juice to drip down my chin, unafraid of seeming chaotic. I am aware that others have their truths, too, often unlike mine. I respect that - know I am deserving of respect. What is respect for me? It is me undressed before a mirror - watching my naked skin move - not setting obstacles that contradict who and what I am. I am unafraid of praise, of honour when it comes to me on bedded knee or both feet standing tall. I observe the myriad circumstances of my life and others. I am a beacon of acceptance not judgment, least I too am judged. I am graceful in all things, I meditate on the meaning of life - well into the early hours - working towards the best me I can be in the time I am given. All things whet my appetite. I sharpen my wisdom teeth on words, on thoughts, I am living my life in abundance - imagine. By Elizabeth Uter

The question that when we need it to be asked it never is, the question we all lie to because we know when they ask they don't rlly care all that much. Am I ok? Everyone keeps telling me my pain will just turn into memory but I don't want to remember the pain. It's agonising I feel like my skin is burning and I'm trapped in something far worse then hell I don't want to be here. I don't want to wake up every morning hiding away from my mirror so I don't catch glimpses of myself and hate what I see I don't want to starve myself for days to be perfect for you I can't keep going on an empty stomach. Why is no one around me noticing I am literally deteriorating infront of them all they do is con- gratulate and praise me because when u go from fat to skinny you're given a well done for destroy- ing yourself from the insides out. Does that mean it's ok? Does that mean I should keep going and going until there's nothing left of me to lose. Why can't u understand all I needed was a lie, all I needed was u to hold me and lie and tell me it's all gonna be ok. What makes me so difficult to love? Ur only job was to unconditionally love me and even then u struggled so why? I am drowning, u are killing me and u r enjoying it. I am crying hysterically for the simplistic favour of a hug, I just need a hug I just need to feel loved before u take any more of me that I don't have to give. I am so so tired. My eyes are sore and achy and my legs are weak and brittle and I can't keep holding on when there is noth- ing left to hold on for. I am watching my whole world fall to pieces right in front of me and there is nothing I can do but just watch as all my walls crumble. Im done. I am done. You judge me for having human heart that's breaks everytime I breath but u don't understand that I just want to eat without the guilt. I want to eat without checking the calories and without overthinking with every bite I consume. I want my body to feel like mine and not just a by product for the male gaze. Let me eat without making me feel like I'm worthless. Let me eat without me gagging on the fork. Let me eat without me thinking about my stomach and my thighs and my arms Let me eat without fetishising the feeling on cold crisp water landing in an empty stomach. Let me eat without those judging eyes that cause more harm then u intend. Let me eat let me eat let me fucking eat. By Sheana

As I reach a milestone in life, I think about the woman I have become, The road I have travelled, I did not travel alone, The women who travelled alongside me, are stood around me now, I see the ones with the fine lines around their eyes, every line has a story to tell, Displaying valiant smiles, their faces reflect nos- talgic yesteryears, a priceless past, a part of who I am today, I see the ones standing with their hands placed firmly on their hips, their heads held high, as they stood up to abuse and adversity, You stood up for what you believed in so gallant- ly, you are a force of nature to be reckoned with, I see the single mum turned businesswoman, your hard work and determination, has brought you success and dividends, believe me when I say, you are a truly, inspirational, I see the ones that put on a brave face, as they battled with illness, every step of the way, I hear your words, "cancer is such a b****" as you wiped away your tears, looking at the child you were leaving behind, Your child will be guided by your eternal, divine light my dear, I see the women who betrayed my trust, but hey, who am I to judge? We are but mere humans, if you're truly sorry, let's close that door and move on, I see the women who give me their valuable time, whether that be to wine and dine, to laugh or cry, you are the sweetness to my coffee, the cool mint in my mojito, the booze in my tiramisu, I see the women full of wisdom, the ones who I can rely on for advice and guidance, I'm so grateful to have you, when life throws a curveball, I see the beautiful women I work with, making a difference to lives everyday, juggling their profes- sional lives, between work, home and play, you make my sometimes painstaking 9 to 5, all worth- while, in every way, And finally, I look at the little girls, blossoming into young women, with their beautiful smiles and intriguing eyes, you beautiful smiles and intriguing eyes, you are our tomorrow, you are our future, I look around, at the women I know, the women I knew the woman I have become, You are these women, we are these women, they are the women we have become, As I enter the fifth decade of my life, I reflect on the woman I have become. #Bornin1972 By J K Memmi

I love you gold you shine a light as wondrously bright as the sun - the all-nourishing mother in the sky - you are a most precious element in the periodic table - Atomic Number 79 - you are mine. Mine to bless, mine to follow, mine to worship - you are the buttercup under chin lighting up the underside of my head. You are the crown chakra pouring insight down on me from head-top to toe - bathing me, uplifting, inspiring, connecting me to the divine. You are spiritual connection transformation, angelic energy - haloing me in healing, perception, clairvoyance that opens my mind to the past, present, future. You give me a sense of my own divinity - an awakening sense that I am a soul experiencing a human existence in this body - this stardust from the cosmos when the word was first made flesh, then, I began, forever and ever, amen. By Elizabeth Uter

Too thin. Too fat. Too much. Too loud. Too assertive. Too formal. Uptight. Ripped tights. Don’t fight. Don’t speak. Don’t eat. Don’t breathe male air. Airhead. No headdress allowed. Dress right. Dress nice. Dress in a dress. Dress to impress, but not yourself. Yourself at night is sad. Girls alone are sad. Being sad is weak. Being weak is embarrassing. Embarrassing yourself is easy. Easy girlfriend. Not easy wife. Wives but be grateful. Eat but not belly full. Full of ideas but lid on mouth. Lipstick on teeth. Lipstick stains. Stains on shirt. Wash my shirt. Take off your shirt. Breasts for baby. Breasts for men. Breasts not for us. Not for us. Not for us. Not us. Not here. Not there. Not allowed. Not welcome. Not strong. Not brave. Not beautiful. Not equal. Not human. By Zahra Radha

I stand besides myself, outside of my body, observing and watching as someone else takes full control. Control over my bodily movements, control over my verbal communication, control over everything. The words of anger fall from her lips, gushing and oozing in negativity. Her name is Ms Rage and I really do not like her at all. She is too unpredictable and often too hard to control. I understand her existence, her reason for being because sometimes anger gets results, anger puts the bad people into their place in life and anger gets things done. But it is not always nice. My own presence is one of calmness, controlled behaviour, and pleasant words with positivity. But not her, not Ms Rage. She would rather stab with a pen rather then write with one. As I aged, matured in my ways, we opened up com- munication myself and Ms Rage. She wasn't happy at first, her reasons for existing valid but at the same time problematic. Then came the day when I said, "continue this behaviour and you'll be in serious trouble dear," she did not like the comment and started to back down, allowing me more control over myself and to allow for an argument with grown up words being used instead of rubbish she use to spew. One day came the ultimation, "either write with that pen or put it down and do one forever. Ms Rage, hissed in anger, her eyes furious, but un- derstanding overtook her entire being. Ms Rage, retired that day, her pen used only for writing now, she is still there, lingering, waiting her opportunity to break loose, an opportunity that will never become available because the calmer me is more in control now. I'm sorry Ms Rage, but your time here is done, time to retire and time to only write with that pen instead of fighting with it. By Connie Brown

You pinch And pull And scratch And tug And tear And bite The very body that holds you up The body that loves Supports Cradles Embraces And stands by you always The body you can't bear to look at Cover the mirror so you don't have to see Baggy clothes to hide the dimples Curves Rolls And rolls Of you Holding your stomach in When someone wants to take a photo Forcing a smile Angling your might away from the camera Least you have more reminders of what you are What you look like What others see What you see But it was never about your size Your size doesn't give a roadmap to you To your kindness To your wit To your humour To your intelligence To your caring Your body doesn't show what makes you you The books you read The songs you sing to The music that makes you dance The food you love The words that burn within you You do not need to hide behind your stomach Or your ass Or your belly rolls Or your double chin Or your thighs that burn on a summers day The body that you hold Also holds you It is you It is not ugly It is not unwanted It is not too much It is not too much It is not too much You are not too much Every inch millimetre atom of space you take up is worthy Every crop top you wear shows off the beauty that is you Every short skirt Every pair of jeans Every dress You decorate your body with Radiates the beauty that is you Now I love my rolls I hug my stomach I thank my thighs for who they are I squash and squeeze my own backside Because it is me And I refuse to apologise for even a single atom of space my body decides to take up By Darcie Thomas

We are the sun and air, Resplendent in our birth right, Gifts from the cosmos With blossom and grit in our hair. Life unfurls and shifts because of us A parched leaf in summer, Freshly watered, Twisting, yearning, reaching For the light. If we have learnt anything It’s that we are chaos incarnate. Elemental like star dust With the power to harness the bloom. Uncontrollable, Untameable, No time spent or words said (No matter how much they scald and burn) Can take away our divinity or talent for rebirth, The death – life cycle Turns because of us. The words you are reading Inspired by us. Leaders, creators, builders, Protestors, Delivered from us. All of this, Just from our very essence. by Grace Radford

There comes a whisper from the rubble A spark ignites in fields of stubble A flicker from the toil and trouble Fighting spirits rise and bubble And women scream and women shout And women let their voices out Voices that were long suppressed Their owners downtrodden and oppressed Caged in bars of iron tradition They explode like atoms going through fission Bringing the system crashing down Toppling with an almighty sound An ear-splitting monumental fury From the self-appointed jury By Zoe Chanellor

I look into the mirror, I see a flower, a beautiful person, radiating in feminine power. My life of womanhood, is filled with gratitude. I see myself, with beauty inside, so brilliant and wise. I’m a wonderful soul, who is in control. With wings to fly, I touch the sky. I draw light, as I shine bright. I have a purpose, in this universe. I’m magnificent, a diamond on this planet. By Rosalie Dias

Close your eyes Trust me Take a deep breath now another Relax your mind. Calm your Spirit It's Cold It's Dark, whispers in your ear, it's ok be yourself, relax, release and let go, feel that stillness, Hush, No sounds, don’t move just float, your body is light breathing slowing down There's no one around be one with self, shut out all negativity let the positive vibes flow. Nice and Blue in color, feel the breeze on your face, It's peaceful It's quiet keep your eyes closed feel it coming carry it wherever you go. Don't be afraid let it all go its light as a feather, taste the goodness feel it and embrace it it want hurt, you need it just go with the flow. It's patient in Spirit no need to rush. When you get ill, It will never let go. I'm with Peace. by Mimi Randolph