Soul Moaning - Poem

Walking

And holding

My owning

Soul moaning

Through bones

I am sowing

The seed

That I own me

To know that

I’m worthy

something

no one told me

Left believing

I had to earn me

Wrong me

Score, grade, and burn me 

To amount to greatness 

Before even knowing

My me-ness

Let’s get straight to business

Fuck this

Stop this

Hold on 

And pause, Miss

I want to tell you 

Your worthiness

Amounts to so much more

Than what has been witnessed

Your wholeness

Is not to be earned

It’s to be worn like a headdress

Something given at birth 

To our souls

Mmmmm…Yes!!

Get ready...

To feel your cells quake 

Your bones brake

Your bellies come undone 

Legs shake

Quiver in pleasure 

Feel that…mmmm yes so clever

Be whole in our endeavors 

Feel our souls as we surrender

Into our full pleasure 

So able can we go 

Into a place to call home

Feel all of our soul

drop into that wholesome whole 

Because if we don’t

Then we might never know

Or maybe we won’t

Feel that 

Wholesome 

Yummy 

Whole 

Walking…

Waking to my wholeness

Sorry I have mistaken me

For being anything less

Than all of me

In my own 

Me-ness