Every Little Thing

My hips rock like women’s hips rock
Roll like a lover’s hips roll
Sway like a virgin’s hips sway.

My shoulders held high like
A woman holds her shoulders
like a woman holds her shoulders
When she has strength.

My head rocks to the rhythm of the earth
My hearts beats to the voices of the earth

My thoughts are of the earth
As I make my way
Rolling over sweet grass
As lightly as energy.

My hands are the hands
That soothe the sick
And hold friend’s hearts
Softly in my palms.

My smile quirks to friends unknown
And is kept from my closest friends

I am a small girl in many different ages
Though parting is such sweet sorrow
In old loneliness.

My hips rock like the woman, my heart beats the woman’s heardbeat,
My thoughts and body are a woman’s strength.

Sometimes I know they question-- I see them trying
To understand that I don’t care.

It shows in every little thing I do,
And punk feminist poetry
Is what I write…

If these ideas are strange,
I feel it’ll be a long time coming..