Woman, made of spine, rooted deep where flowers grow, despite secrets long buried in the soil where ancestors died, holding their last breath like one last chance.
Woman, made of strength where one tree started alone, branched out with hands reaching, holding, bending, to welcome the others to evolve and rupture into a forest that never stops fighting to stay.
Woman, made of bones that break and flesh that tears, but a spirit that screams as a call to the brave to say, “your heart is wild, your soul is fierce, and without you, the universe would cease to exist.”
Woman. With those fearless feet, that sharp tongue holding words like knives beneath, there’s an echo in your throat that calls, a forest full of warriors that refuse to fall.
Woman, you are a legend of worth. If you ever forget, look around you at the other legends we call women. They are growing everywhere.
Birthing forests filled with brave hearts, kind souls, and unbreakable spirits. That’s why the ocean rolls and applauds in waves. That’s why the sky uses the sun the shine a spotlight on you. When the moon grows full, and the stars start to fall at your feet, they are falling home, because they know Home is you, woman. Home is you.
-Stephanie Bennett-Henry
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This is incredible! Love! ❤
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Thank you! ♥️❤️
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You roar like a mama lion.
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Stephanie Bennett-Henry – WOMAN!
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Beautifully quilled, one of your best and a new favorite.
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Thank you so much ❤️
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you are brilliant
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Thank you! ♥️❤️
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Wow, inspirational and much needed right now. You write so beautifully
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Thank you so much ❤️
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An absolute thrill to read your poetry.
Deep and thoughtful.
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Thank you ❤️
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