The Goddess

When I am a goddess again,
I will build a small house in the woods and sit by my fire and craft.
(I can spell with the best.)
Do not come to me with your prayers and petitions and worship.
I am no one’s ancestor.

They knelt at my feet and pledged me their lives,
But I didn’t want them.
I told them to lead their own lives, make their own choices,
Leave me untouched.
I am no one’s virgin.

I dance with myself,
To the beat of the drum in my heart,
Weeping for the children I will never bear.
I am not your goddess. Do not bring me your offerings and prayers.

I am no one’s mother.

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Esther Spurrill Jones learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music. https://sites.google.com/view/thewordartist/home