Born of the Earth

Tossing and turning inside of her mother’s womb,

She is fuel.

Absorbing pressure from every angle,

Every element,

Every component,

There is no escape,

Everything matters.

She forms.

Experiences cut her, shape her, give her color.

Built from fire and pressure, a woman is revealed.

More than “semi-precious,”

She is, “wholly-precious.”

Sacred ground. 

She is birthed from her mother’s womb by her own determination to exist. 

“I matter!”, she yells and shatters her Mother’s home.

The woman, the rock, the diamond.

Given life by the one before her.

She is on her own.

Whole.

She reflects the light through her own imperfections. 

She matters,

She has been birthed,

She sparkles.