Alice Walker

This poem is so fitting for my WIP, The Ivory Pomegranate (formerly titled The Sibylline Prophecies; Where the Stones Speak) I thought I'd post so others could appreciate the greatness of word weaver, Alice Walker (author of The Color Purple).

To Be A Woman

To be a woman
Does not mean
To wear
A shroud;

The feminine
Is not
Dead
Nor is she
Sleeping

Angry, yes,
Seething,yes.

Biding her time;

Yes.
Yes.