CRONES NEST ENTERPRISES
Artist Writer Poet
The Need for Renewal
It didn’t used to be
At 30, renewal was everywhere,
Like women marching in the streets,
Taking Back the Night,
Taking back their bodies,
Taking back their souls,
Shave your head, pick up a sign,
Will yourself safe in the dark.
If only for a night,
We knew in that short
Emboldened parentheses of our daily lives,
That we were surrounded and lifted up
By hundreds of sisters,
The Army of Lovers that could not fail –
And didn’t really fail,
But seemed to fade away,
As we acquired our own singular bravery,
We no longer needed each other,
Or thought we didn’t, anyway.
And now, Daughters and Grandaughters
Spangled with metal piercings and graffitied with tattoos,
Leather-clad and rainbow-haired
Go fearlessly into the streets.
They have no need to “come out”
They were born out.
The old paradigm has shifted,
And we, the once young, bright, system crashing First Wave
Have sunk back into the homogeneous warm sea of humanity
That brought us so alive at their age.
I know what I know,
And my tired back was a bridge
For this generation of women.
Might they not at least
give us credit for suffering the first blows as
we sought justice and equality for our female-centric ways?
No, it’s not the way of a revolution,
Too much looking back
While traveling at this rate of speed
Can cause accidents.
But must I content myself with living in the shadow
Of a lesbian nation I helped to create?
Must I allow myself to be cast
Into the pile of elders and crones
Whose stride is no longer strong,
Whose voices are no longer relevant?
I think not!
I am old, but I have lived the truth of this revolution,
And I will not be silenced
By either apathy or disappointment.
I am tired,
But I still have the strength to vote “The Woman Card”
And bring this patriarchy to its knees.
I am no longer young,
Dew-kissed and lovely,
But I will continue to model a life
Of value and valor
As a Grandmother and Wisdom Keeper to
The next wave of empowered women,
And to the wave after that,
Until I finally slip beneath
The restless currents of human consciousness
To my own deep and satisfying final resting,
Until the next time, anyway.
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