Who the fuck do you think I am?

I was not raised from the center of the Universe, filled with Starfire and Magic to crumble before you.

You, who used and abused me. You, who have not treated me with the reverence and awe I deserve. You, who desecrated the holy places within me.

You have become background noise to the symphony that plays from my soul.

You did not drown me. I am the water.

Fluid and filled with Life.

You did not burn me. I am the fire.

White-hot, beautiful, and too intense for you to put out.

You did not bury me. I am the Earth.

Deep dark and sacred.

The blood that flows from between my legs soaks the ground as I walk, leaving in its wake Life and Love.

Like the millions of women before me, I blaze through this world holding the hands of my sisters and daughters, screaming and refusing to be silenced. 

And like millions of women before me, I am the beginning of Life, the base of strength, holding up the world. 

Because what beats in my chest is the center of the Universe.