Her eyes speak love and tenderness, patience and truth, fierceness and power.
For has she not endured a thousand and thousand years of persecution.
Rape, patronizing ignorance, oppression, assassination, labor, minimization.
She has wept, bled, groaned, danced, laughed, loved and questioned her existence.
Forced into abnormal roles and expectations, accepted her plight for the sake of her children,
Her children’s children, until the fourth generation so they may have life?
She waits in the ashes for the flame to burst forth, a fire reaching heaven, redemption.
Flame spirals to heaven tipping its axis, arcing until it becomes a full circle of wholeness.
And her eyes will speak love and tenderness, patience and truth, fierceness and power.

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