THE WOMANIST

A true believer. A fighter.
A product of negative thinking.
A dim light in the mist
of an enormously powerful
and dysfunctional society.

I am constantly crying,
picketing, protesting, arguing,
and dying, because of my
life, my body, my money,
and my mind.

Through a diseased structure
I fly with damaged wings.
Shot down by lies, injustice,
and inequality.

Enveloped in darkness, I
soon discover light in
unimaginable places. I
move. I dance. I dream.
I create. Because I am...

Blessed with the courage
to stand up for what
I believe in...ME!!

T.L. Barnette (TLB8081@aol.com)

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