Threshold by Chantal e.y. Bethel
she sings her sweet song, which seems to have risen
from within her smooth skin, vibrating in her strides,
as she plays with her eyes, with smiles, she has stored
in her sighs, as she gets along, she spreads warmth,
shielding us from every storm to come, she is she-
a woman who lives a part of her story, through
her gestures, her expression that tingle the skin of
us lookers, having us laugh with her, pray, sing her
in our words, she is a woman, she strives for love,
she is a key of piano; to touch her is to surge into
the sacred waters, she seeps into our minds to
have us looking for her, even when she’s not there,
she is a woman, a sorceress who carves us into
what we are capable to be, she is a goddess,
she is a mother, a lover, a bond, she is a woman,
she is always the flame that lights our lives,
she is the best as she is, different, wicked, sweet,
she is a woman, and hence she sings, a woman
playing roles unflinching throughout her life,
she is a woman who is everything, that is to be
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Happy International Women’s Day. This simple poem is a tribute from my side to all the women.
And to end this post, let’s relive the song by Billy Joel:
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