See the Woman - John Trudell

She has a young face

An old face

She carries herself well

In all ages

She survives all man has done

In some tribes she is free

In some religions

She is under man

In some societies

She’s worth what she consumes

In some nations

She is delicate strength

In some states

She is told she is weak

In some classes

She is property owned

In all instances

She is sister to earth

In all conditions

She is life bringer

In all life she is our necessity

See the woman eyes

Flowers swaying

On scattered hills

Sundancing calling in the bees

See the woman heart

Lavender butterflies

Fronting blue sky

Misty rain falling

On soft wild roses

See the woman beauty

Lightning streaking

Dark summer nights

Forests of pines mating

With new winter snow

See the woman spirit

Daily serving courage

With laughter

Her breath a dream

And a prayer