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A Word About Tits
Aeolian Heart
Blood
Bring on the Blood
Chalice
Charletons and Snake Oil Freaks
Cosmic Consciousness
Doula
Drunk with My Creative Muse
Emotional Bouquets
Empower My Cunt
Favorites of a Menstruating Woman
Hatha Yoga
Hurt Again
I am a Gentle Woman
I am Called Too Big
I am Determined to See
I am the Bountiful Witch
I am Wombin
I Cried Today
I have Created a Womb-in
I like Me
In the Wheel
I Want
I’ve Learned to Hold my Tougue
Imbolc Spring Cleaning Candlemas
Jealousy is Hard and Cold
Leave Me to Be
Menopausal Wimmin
Menopausal Witch
Merry Meet Lady Luna
Mundane Magick
My Beloved Dead
My Garden is Me
Our Lady of the Starry Night
People Marks
Pre Moon Shakti
Riding Estrogen Bareback
Round and Soft
Seeing People
Suck It Up
The Celtic Cross of Taste
The Child Within
The Place Between Right and Wrong
The Romance of the Sky King and the Earth Mother
Tortured Soul
Unwanted Change
Vulvahhhh
War
When Deep Sadness is like Labor
When the Moon is Right
Wimmin
Witches and Mediums
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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
I am called “Too Much”
I’ve always had the feeling that I’m too big
I’m only 5’2” and have been much smaller
In the past, but still too big
Overwhelming, in dire need of training
Inappropriate in manner and dress
Just too much
I laugh so loud
I’ve been known to startle mild mannered folk
When the game of sex came on my scene
I wore out the boys-quite literally
I like lots
If a little is good, more is better
Lots of stuff, lots of people, lots of love
Sometimes I’m just too much
I’ve been trained
I’ve been domesticated
I know how to tone it down
I cooked up “the winning formula”
But I wonder if in it I am simply placated
I wonder what the fullness of me looks like
When grown wild
Personally, I don’t think it’s worth it to grow wild
I know I would be alone
I would fill the space
Like a big green monster
I scare people away as it is with my
House trained ways
That reminds me of circus elephants
Big, Too-Much creatures
Trained by beatings to conform, perform
Forget their wildness, their potential
Be satisfied to make a myriad happy
The trainers say they love the applause
So do I
If they went wild they would be killed
If I went wild, what would happen to me?
Sometimes I tell myself
You are bad and wrong
But from the bottom of my heart
From the very bottom
I’ve never once tried to be bad and wrong
It’s just sometimes I get wild
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