It’s not a bird

By Caridad Woltz

I’ve had enough of womanly support and inspiration to mankind.
It is my own greatness that I want.

Release the expectations, and measure in girths that span
from star to star.

Not bound by weights or dimensions,
free from the chronology of early or late in life,
backed by our hard-won civil rights.

Release the judgment and play in the sandbox of man if you want,
or dive in the river of fortune with your osprey eyes.

For imagination is greater than knowledge,
and I didn’t need Einstein to confirm what I know firsthand.

Fly!

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2 thoughts on “It’s not a bird

  1. I’ve had enough of womanly support and inspiration to mankind.
    It is my own greatness that I want.”
    Unflinching, bold statement–theme of your poem.
    Congratulations.

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  2. Caridad Wolz – Just heard Ada Limon read the other night – and your poem reminds me of one of hers: How to Triumph Like a Girl. Love the spirit you express – flying in the face of age, assumptions, man’s sandbox – accepting, celebrating genius as a given. Well done –

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