SHE is an Experience
Every blue moon or so
A woman steps through clouds
Shines like a blue diamond,
Catches the light, amazes everyone who sees her
Rare form and sturdy, African-violet strong
She thrives in harsh conditions
Does not wither under heated gazes of disbelief—
She makes believers fall to their knees in adoration
She is an experience all her own,
Needs no supporting cast though she calls others to her,
Like Lady Wisdom, her voice sounds clear
And people answer
Subtle and muted, she doles out
Hope in abundant increments
Takes ups and downs of living with grace
Like blue diamonds or blue moons
Mountains and valleys, she climbs and descends
With the presence of mind to pace for the journey
She accepts her plump thighs and heavy hands
Weighted with history, her eyes speak stories
Still waiting to be told, and she tells a fierce truth
She-bear strong, she lives from the center
Of all she believes and does not back down
She is an experience all her own.
© Valerie Bridgeman
October 2007
