I am her I am her I am her I am the middle-aged woman who knows a thing or two, but is still a student; learning and growing I am at an age where self-definition means: being willing to redefine myself over, and over, again I’m repurposing purpose, and reshaping my shape; while figuring out… Continue reading I Am Her
Why does the caged bird sing? Is she happy? Excited, although hers is a false security Is her song one of strength? Or, does she hum a tune that is truly blue? What may sound like singing May only be a song of resignation We think she is flapping her wings in exhilaration But maybe… Continue reading Why Does the Caged Bird Sing?