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Refreshing conversations about faith

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a year ago123 - I am Woman @dedani.dlodlo presents her poem - I am Woman. Dedani is a psychologist and poet who lives in London, England. Originally from Zimbabwe and having spent time in the US, Dedani works with young people at risk of serious youth violence and specialises in trauma. She helped co-found @the_ampersandcollective, a faith based art ministry bringing the community together through art. #poetry #iamwoman #dedanidlodlo #streamsstudio I am Woman And in the tradition of some religious men I am more villain than victim Though the weaker sex I am still the greater sinner I am no longer The last of creation’s divine epiphanies woman Or the one man once sang over Singing bone of my very bone Flesh of my own flesh woman I am only Fashioned from the rib of a man woman The woman that was Given and then blamed She is me Always and inexplicably ashamed I am she Deceived into conceiving sin woman I have desires and needs Of which I’ve been told I needn’t speak Because after all God never spoke to me Woman Not directly And not of anything Other than curses and seeds So though I am wild woman Constantly coming undone And though on most days I runneth over With tears and holy hymns That I can only hum I try hard not to be That woman Stuck on paper Too open And so easily read Like a well known poem About a brittle woman Breaking herself apart To scatter herself and her unloved heart All over the halfway willingness of a man woman I try hard not to be That wild horse woman Both terrifying and strange Running alone in flames Along tight ropes and fine lines Between two poles Not enough and too much Trying to find peace of mind Somewhere in the middle Where the thunder roars While the sun still kisses After the world ends Before the dawn breaks again But there Deep in the dialectical Where few go Where being good and woman Feels more like a game of Marco Polo The knowledge of who I can be Always just beyond my reach Something I can only navigate By what their misogyny tells me But they are the blind ones Afraid to see that there might be Something divine in femininity (continued in the comments…)