A Woman’s Bones Are of the Earth
By: Nicole Asherah

A woman’s bones are of the earth
Formed from the forgotten.
Lived stories decomposed
Fertilizing a much bigger narrative—
A wound.
And our hearts will forever beat in time
With the blood that pours out of it.
It is why we have always been known as healers.
If we did not learn how to tend wounds
We would never have been able to survive the world we were born into.
But survive we do,
Often even thrive,
Despite the open wound that lives with us
Day to day,

We prosper through the pain.