The Being of Woman
A collection of words and images
Erin Thomas 10.1.17
She traveled a mile
or ten-thousand score.
She leads, even in frailty, deference,
to ever much more.
Hurt and forgathered,
From the perils of men.
Came in strength, in droves,
And still sang for when.
She traveled a mile,
Maybe fifty-thousand more.
She wed in tender,
Wit, clandestine in store.
Crimed and damaged,
No justice, nor decree,
From the bowels of fellow.
And still sang defiantly.
She traveled the universe
From one lonely post.
Graceful and poised
Durable and host.
She traveled an inch,
Maybe billions on end.
For a thankless elevation
Since herself no end.
Fear...Because She knows
The Community hasn't been set for Her
The Unity has instead a deterrent
Common...no extraordinary talent
The Prayers aren't for her soul, by way
The Sacrifice at her sisters toll, their stay
The City designed to eat Her alive
Rewards are not for the unpaid, instead
Stewards of life and inside they stayed, and wed.
To Thee, Thyself and Thy...When, Where and Why
Seer...Because She knows to Cry
The Soon-With-He hasn't been aligned
The Punitive has instead been inflicted
The Prayers stood direct, in Her way
The Sacrificial pardonous troll must pay
The Church designed to eat Her alive
Accolades are not for the unpaid, unwed
Agents of Commonality and gamers play dead.
To Me, Myself and I...Now, Here and Shy
Greener...Because She grows
Unity, prayer and sacrifice, at will
and lark come ends
Only in apex
hammered the bends.
This series is inspired by W.R. and G.F.
Papers used in the photographs are handmade by artist Gayle Fitzpatrick