Wild Women

by Sophia Thakur, author & performance poet

 

Tell me the story of that smile. Read to me the years that made and changed and challenged, and shaped you into this woman. Sit me inside your skin, share with me the story of your spirit.

 

We are told, and we are moulded to hide our nature inside us. To live contrary to our truth…but I’m sure if we all turned our bodies inside out, it would be the parts we haven’t yet given a mouth that would connect me to you and this whole room. When asked, how we are…with life so varied and vast, we surely can't just be…fine.

Here, you don’t have to be fine; you can give words to the wild worlds within you. Your truth is worthy of a release. Speak, keep yourself. Faithful spine, skin of time, how you change to stretch more life in. At some point, we all break to bloom, we let go of things to make room for that thing inside of you that just wants to shout a bit, to run a bit, to dance a bit, to be a bit more. To feel a bit more connected to the raw connections with the soil we step in. 

 

Wise women and the shoulders we stand on, with knowledge older than the stones themselves. They tell us the secret to health. That when a woman turns inward, returns to her instinctive life, there she will find her deepest knowing, and she must carry with her that light. 

 

 

When a woman permits herself to shout, to push, to be as wild and strong as she can…isn’t all of life made? At our most raw, we are the genesis of it all.  So see our body as the fighter or the flower, the garden of secrets and teachers. We are almost mythical beings.  

Our skin stretches to collect more life in; we carry memory, lessons, great loves, great joy on our faces.  

Thank God our body gets to change.  

The greatest romance story is the one of time and age.  

So tell the young girls to neither bend nor break. Tell them they’re movers and shakers. Anoint their youth with the truth of their power. Speak of the women before us, how they towered/tarryed over the land. Farmed their fruits, recognised their medicine. Knew how to bloom from the soil, its fruit. Read of the seeds, understood their shoots. 

 

We live amongst our medicine.  

Look up, look around… The remedy surrounds us.  

Go inwards to get grounded  

Whoever you find inside is just right  

Loud, proud, soft or quiet 

 

Womanhood is never one story  

I have been so many women before the me you see  

And there are still women in me I’m yet to meet  

I am only fine if I am truly free  

To read and be any and every beautiful chapter of me.