Kind Woman

I'm becoming the kind of woman who knows that
it's not writing tragedy that
makes her deep.
I'm becoming the kind of woman who's trying-
Trying to be better
And in so doing, is.
Trying to be
Trying to see
Trying to be free
Trying so resolutely
Trying to
Trying to
Trying to become this woman,
This kind, becoming woman,
This kind of kind becoming woman I am becoming.

I'm becoming the kind of woman with a belly fattened by laughter.
Sunning herself in the joys of past love
And resting in the shadows of fading pain.
I'm becoming the kind of woman who is not seen around much
But is seen so much more when she is around.
Who is silent
Who is strong
Who is afraid
Who is right as much as she is wrong,
Who knows she'll change
Who knows you'll change.
Who wants to stand naked before you and breadcrumb you roads
With her bits and pieces
Pieces and bits of her
Bits of pieces of her
Pieces of peace of her,
Peace of her,
I'm becoming a woman at peace.

I'm becoming the kind of woman I've wanted.
With hints of lines shaping my face.
With time setting me
My clock winds patiently
My clock waits for nobody
My clock beats melody
My clock won't stop for me.
I'm becoming the kind of woman who is as much a girl, crone, tomboy, lady,
Object of power
Figure of great feminine force
Who won't be silenced,
Who will be questioned as much as she questions.
Who is open
Who is brave
Who is alone
Who is far from perfect,
Who is far from done.
Who is as much a piece of every woman she has known as she is none.
I'm becoming the kind of woman I've wanted.
I am becoming the kind of woman I have wanted.

I'm becoming the kind of woman with broad shoulders and a strong spine,
Who will cry from time to time,
Who will fight for that which is mine,
Who will be proud
Who will be proud of her brown eyes and pale skin,
Who will be proud
Who will be proud of her arms which are far from petite,
Her arms hold on to what she loves
Her arms hold on to what she needs
Her arms hold tightly.
I'm becoming the kind of woman who will raise other women,
Who will rear growing men,
Who will learn from what I've seen and pass it on to them.

I'm becoming this woman
This trying to be woman
Trying to be free woman
Trying to free women
Trying to be proud, woman
Trying to be loud,
Trying to be loud in silence and sound
For herself, woman,
But who rejoices in the jumping-in of those she knows
This knowing woman
Growing woman
Everyday tripping and getting back up woman.

This kind of woman is becoming
This kind woman is becoming,
This kind of woman I'm becoming,
Woman at peace,
This woman I'm becoming,
Woman at peace,
I am becoming the kind of kind becoming woman I've wanted.