RISE (A PROCLAMATION)

Broken women

never let being disassembled

stop them 

from superheroing

They know the value

of their severed parts

keep them swept in a neat pile

within reach at all times

aware that their thorny jagged

is the ammunition required

to slash barriers

shred red tape

burst bubbles

dismember egos

poke holes in sexist theories

and cut through bullshit

from dawn to dusk

Broken women 

know their crumble is mighty
a potpourri of coveted gems

they know

that even when fragmented

the best parts of them—

the most craved

the most essential—

are alive and energized

can still be spotted

amid the debris

and extracted bit by bit
to self-medicate and reboot

then gathered purposefully onto their fingertips

and disbursed evenly

among the deserving

fed to the needy

used to mend hearts

repress wild temperaments

sedate lives

and butcher the path

of every rogue

attempting to thieve the peace

of those they love

Broken women

don't quell their ascent

delay their shine

hinder their grind

or stifle their smiles

cuz of a little 

disarray

They have no shame

in their altered state

cuz they know triumph

resides there

and they will forage 

the wreckage in their souls 

to showcase it

to teach those who haven’t figured out

how to be successful

at surmounting this life

while using the pieces

of their frayed spirits

as weapons
and moxie

on the way to the top

You ain't heard ... ?

winning 

is how they repair themselves

slaying 

is how they stunt

smoothing the trail for others

in spite of their mangle

is the secret to their glow

broken 

is just another word

for immortal

strength training

at its best

a temporary obstacle course 

they make their bitch

daily

a setup

for the greatest wizardry

you'll ever see 

Copyright 2016

Charlene E. Green