what does it feel like
to awaken that baby girl
who chose to adorn with nothing but
smeared lipstick
and sparkly heels..
who knew exactly what she wanted and needed
and was never afraid to voice it..
who flirted with cameras,
gained the trust of every animal,
looked at everyone with wide eyes
and asked questions from
unfiltered curiosity
so she could listen to their heart speak..
who fiercely respected
and felt with the whole organism
of her intuition
as if she knew
no other language..
who’s giggling would trick those too serious
into grinning..
what does it feel like
to awaken her
and place her at the epicenter
of my womxnhood?
she is ownership.
she is the fire of presence.
she is the force that gently invites others
to claim themselves in their entirety.
she is the momentum of her lineage
that desires to heal, to fully exist
in vibrance.
she is sensitivity.
she is authentic sovereignty.
she is fearless death and rebirth.
she is wisdom imbued with divine play.
she is radiant, radical, fierce,
all-consuming
love.