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Goddess, releasing the moon into the night sky…

Free Woman Holding a Moon Stock Photo

Photo: Ruvim


statue of woman

“Listen, daughter mine,” said the woman.  “This is the Goddess.  She has many names, and faces.  She is me, She is you, She is Nature, She life.  She is all that is, and more.  Every single person who has ever lived, came from a woman.”

“Even grandpa?”

“Yes, even him.”

“I didn’t know he had a mother,” said the little girl.

“Everyone person has, or had, a mother, and every mother is a woman.  But men don’t respect the Goddess.  They don’t respect women.  They fear Her and us.  You have to know this, daughter.  You have to be careful.”

“What about daddy and grandpa?”

“They do not fight for us, or with us.  They love us, but they are men.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you will always be on your own. You have to be strong and learn how to fight.”

“But they’re really big.”

“They use their size against us, like all bullies do.  I will protect you to the best of my ability and I’ll teach you how to defend yourself.”

“We had a bully in school and Sandra beat him up.”

“Good for her.”

“She got a lot of detentions and nothing happened to him, even though he knocked Kathy down, kicked her, and called her names.  We all saw it, and we all told the teacher, but they didn’t even call his parents.  He had to go to the nurses office because his lip was bleeding and he was crying like a baby.  Kathy didn’t cry.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you.  The world you will grow up in is not fair.  It’s set up against you just because you’re a girl, and no matter how old you live to be, the world will never treat you fairly.”

“Why?  I didn’t do anything wrong.  Neither did Kathy or Sandra.”

“You don’t have to do anything wrong.  You will always be blamed for what boys and men do to you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No.  It’s not.  It’s hateful and evil.”

“Maybe we should get rid of daddy and grandpa.”


“Why doesn’t the Goddess help us?”

“She’s an idea.  It’s up to us to make Her real.”

“I’ll draw a picture of Her.”

“Great idea.”

“You wear her on a necklace.”

“I do.”


“To remind me of how angry I am.   And so I never forget to love the rage I hold in my heart against this place.”

“I’m not having any babies.”

“I’ll remind you of that when you’re older.”

“Okay, cuz I might forget.”

“You’ll think you changed your mind but you really won’t.  Your body can betray you.”


“Hormones, baby.  We are animals, after all.  We have to fight them all the time.”

“Is it okay to love daddy and grandpa?”

“Yes, they would both die for you.  Unfortunately, they won’t attend a demonstration for you, walk a picket line, or do anything else, but they would be willing to kill another male if they had to.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Neither do I.”

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Sure.  I thought you’d never ask.”


“No, I’m just teasing you.”

“We can hang the picture I’m going to draw on the refrigerator.”


“What’s the name of the Goddess you’re wearing today?”

“This is Medusa, baby.  She went away from the world of men, but they hunted her anyway. She bothered no one, and they hated her and went after her because she was a woman and because she had power.  It’s the way of things on this planet.  Medusa never lets me forget what it’s like to live here.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Yes.  She is.”

“Will you get a necklace like that for me?”

“It’s at home.  I was just waiting for you to ask for it.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.  I’m gonna beat them.”

“I’ll help you, baby.  So will all my friends.”

“Will that be enough to win?”

“I’d like to think so, but they might just kill all of us.”

“That would be better than not fighting back.”

“It would be.”

“We should get matching t-shirts.”

“Great idea.  We can have your drawing put on the front.”

“We can get them for your friends as well.”

“Yes, we can.”

“I want chocolate.”

“Me too.”

“I’m so glad I chose you for my mother.”

“So am I, baby.  So am I.”



Photo:  Maniraj Madishetty






Kali…Magnetic poetry…Goddess…video

Kali…Hindu Goddess of time, creation, preservation and destruction.  No one messes with her children.  She is fierce, compassionate and rides a lion.  She’s tough but a great mother, hence she is sometimes called Kali ma.  She’s pretty cool.

gold and black hindu deity figurine

Photo by:  Sonika Agarwal (picture after magnetic poetry)

Nature’s wild child, a poem

Silhouette of Person Standing on Field

she belonged
to Mother Nature
always running
in the fields
trying to keep up
with the birds
reaching for the
the Goddess
and watched
her grow
that a girl child
who would change
the world
had finally been


Photo:  luizclas

Quan Yin…Goddess of Compassion…vowed to keep her eyes closed until violence is gone and love prevails on earth…In other words, She will never open her eyes.

white Buddha statue

Photo:  Thyla Jane


womans face with white and green hair sketch

women are feral
they never belong to anyone
but themselves
they are part of the
part of
their roots go deep
men fear them
and they should
for the crimes
they commit
against them
I just hope they remember
is a


Photo:  hp Koch

A lot of us REALLY like snakes…especially when we are in our Medusa mood. Definitely then. Poem

Portrait Photo of Woman With Face Art

Medusa was quite fond of snakes
She took them everywhere
She wore them ’round Her ankles
She wore the in Her hair
She carried them throughout the day
And slept with them at night
To see Her walking down the street
Was truly quite a sight
Her face was always veiled
One looked turned men to stone
But the loving haunting Goddess
Was never all alone
The moving hissing serpents
Were all that She adored
In truth
When faced with humans
She because extremely bored
The gods made up some stories
About this Goddess who
Gave birth to every one of them
A thing they could not do
Then enter waring Perseus
Who took Her for his foe
He went to cut off Her sweet head
As most of you do know
But Medusa knew the future
The present
As well
and Perseus wasn’t real
As far as She could tell
So She went about Her business
Being wise and strong
Caressing Her beloved snakes
All day
And all night long


Photo:  Wilson Victorino

A work of art…

grayscale photo of closed-eyes woman

her beauty
is undeniable
her strength
and bearing
a powerful
a woman
who did not
but fought
the life
she was given
and won



Photo:  CristianNewman


woman in black and green dress

Oh darling
come closer
don’t be afraid
you must know that
not all women are
in fact
very few of us
are truly broken
rather we lie in wait
for the moment
when we will rise as one
and slit your throats
for what you have done
but fear not
that moment
has not yet arrived
so be brave
don’t let my little
scare you
just put one foot
in front of the other
and come


Photo:  Ferdinand Studio


Greeks, Medusa, Monsters, Mythology

I was never sure about the whole snake thing
a lot of “girls” like snakes
Medusa was not an exception
she thought reptiles rocked
so she kept them around
and they liked her
so they stayed
it was a symbiotic
men like to pretend that she was a
a monster
but all she really wanted
was for men
to leave her the hell alone
it was because of that
that men despised her
after all t
heir egos
couldn’t take being shunned
so they made up stories about her
labeled her
hunted for her
but they never found her
the pictures you see
of a guy hold up her beautiful lead
is just one more lie men tell
to make themselves feel better
the stories about her
and what she could do
are lies as well
Medusa was part of a coven
but she simply wanted to live in peace
with her garden and her asps
and that made her
to the establish
to the patriarchal
status quo
when she was better at hiding
than they were at finding her
the men did what they
they always do
they LIED

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