To be woman
Is the flowing strength
Surrender
This caring for others
Breaks my heart
But lifts me
And my curves
And bone
Smooth pelvis
What is different
Is my voice
More like a song
Or spirit
Than a masculine gruff
Not that I can’t growl
And bare my teeth
And burn
But my soft folds
Add dimension
And my million thoughts
Create
A certain way that contrasts
Yin from yang
To be woman
Is the pulse
And wind
Melodic mounds
Of birth
No matter if her
Children are
Her words,
Her songs,
Or beings
That she tends
© Angela Bigler 2013
Angela Bigler 
Lovely – I read once and then twice to savour and finally a third time to linger and enjoy.
Wow, beautiful! Make sure to add your blog address to your Gravatar profile, so we can find it easily (had to google your user name to find your blog!) : ) Cheers!!
I hate to tell you how much I appreciate this poetry, for fear of discouraging your prose. As gifted as you are at poetry, the girls of St. Lucy’s achieve real greatness when they howl in prose.
Thank you Steve! I will forever write both poetry and prose. My favorite is to wind them up together. I appreciate you stopping by and howling with the girls of St. Lucy’s!