She is the Woman

She is
the woman
holding it all together
connecting the dots
in spirit

She is
the woman
midwifing her vision
that other kind of bravery
the latest model of her old people

She is the woman
home free
a fringe dweller
in a paradise
out of her reach, in sight

She is the woman
from another dimension
like the seven sisters
void of time and place
agreeing to this mission

She is the woman
stepping into her given powers
maintaining the medicine
and sharing the secret
sustenance for the cells

She is the woman
of one thousand generations
grounded
in dirt magic
androgyny and autonomy

She is the woman
a subject of the victorian era
twice removed
a cut and paste religion
judgements not royal or fair

She is the woman
relating to all birds
a cat lady too
but her dingo was never a dog
or a cloak

She is the woman
ghost walking a shoreline highway
drowning in a sea of alpha male
brushing off cheerleaders of misogyny
Dog Acts since Seventeen Hatey Hate

She is the woman
realigning her warrioress under rainbows
recovering from parroted patriarchy
not voted or warranted
floored by penal colony systems

She is the woman
outliving the wrong
making the most of her last run
around the sun
remembering barefoot and sea country

She is the woman
a one hundred thousand year old woman
a long line of bush bashers, not queeny bashers
mixed breed for layers of trauma to heal
working twice as hard, to be half as good

She is
the woman
exercising her blood right
reincarnating and alternating
She is the woman she is

Jenny Fraser has an installation artwork currently exhibiting as part of the Boomalli exhibition titled Luscious All Sorts, Love Won, in Leichhardt, Sydney, New South Wales, until 1 April 2018.