“We Are All Made of Woman Untamed”
by Holly Milkowski
We hold our grandmothers’ unsaid words of wild poetry in our throats,
a passed-down vocabulary waiting to be heard aloud by a generation more willing;
we hold the restricted desires of our mothers in our guts,
once bled from the cord through our bellies, filling them heavy
with emotional histories that grew our bodies; we hold
the secret, present urges of our sisters in our extremities,
helping us to move toward common wild attractions,
to notice when we meet our reflections; we hold
the undeveloped seeds of our children in our wombs,
wherein the feminine aspects of our daughters
and sons may sprout, a million possibilities
for life that come right along with our own.
Every human is made of this lineage of femininity,
unchained and untamed.