Women of Stardust and Soil by Steph Patterson | One Poem Only
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Women of Stardust and Soil
Steph Patterson
We start as stardust
and then soil, we become,
Underneath our feet
the bones sing of so many
women before us,
Their whispers form tendrils
winding up to tip into your ear,
Their stories will not be forgotten
as the earth holds their proof of life,
When their voices rose
in anger and defiance
Women labeled as witches,
spinsters, other, lesser than,
The control men forced upon us,
and continue to resurrect,
Born of fear, and carefully tilled hatred,
The women of today
born of…
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