When she dances (poem)

When she dances, she connects to something raw and real To something so primal that she has long time feared. It moves through her, and it feels like she loses all control But she knows that it guides her slowly back to her soul. When she dances, the world is still, and everything disappears But... Continue Reading →

A woman’s body (poem)

I’m told that the lines on my body need hiding,And that my skin should always look smooth.When did our wrinkles become a disgrace?Aren’t they a sign of the joy we once felt?Of the love with which life was embraced. I'm told that my body needs to be thin, And that I should always look toned.... Continue Reading →

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