I walk each moment with stories embedded in my bones My marrow is filled with DNA of women in a long line, trailing into the past, faces I don’t recognize They whisper their wisdom into my soul at night I carry generations of fury ready to burn down the system I'm held tightly by the terror of girls set aflame for their herbal wisdom I embrace joy from the millennia of wombs that created new life I envelop my great great great grandmothers ecstasy in my pelvis I dance the myths and the truths, tragedy’s and traditions of what it is to be a woman in physical form A curse A gift Both And