To the woman,
Who stares
Stares me down the street
Our eyes meet, and somehow I cheat
Without knowledge or knowing,
I am the woman
Who cheated, and cheats
Before we even meet
I say to this woman,
I live for the day
That we meet
Meet all up on that street
You will see the Maker in my womanhood
The ocean in my grace
The power of the feminine
In my face, and all over the damn place
To this woman,
The woman across the street
Man-in-hand
You too are a safe and sacred land
I do not apologize
For the magic that is my woman
I apologize
That society has cheated you of my grace
To the woman,
The woman across the street
I am a force
That you need not compete
No longer yours, mine, or thine
His, hers, or society’s
You are your own marvelous secret
Your own heart that I aim to please
To the woman,
The woman across the street,
I pray this most sacred prayer
A sentiment for us to keep
That we live in awe
In holy awareness
Of our God-given, Earth-risen
Inherent divinity, women allowed to be
And with this sacred prayer,
I say to the woman who stares
I await the day we meet
Meet all up on that street
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