Stevie

The woman

Flowing dress, spinning on stage
Arms raised, touching the sounds
Lifting the music for us to see

Her rough voice strokes our souls
The soft touch of a wispy scarf
carries the notes to us

The culture tells me
Its better to embrace the masculine
So that I can have power
And strength

Yet Stevie spins and sings
And waves her female spirit across the air waves
I'm on the verge of fifteen
And I want to be like Stevie

Flowing dress, spinning on stage
Arms raised, touching the sounds
Lifting the music for us to see

Her rough voice, strokes our tired souls
The soft touch of a wispy scarf
carries the notes to us

Stevies voice drowns the angry chatter of feminists
seeking to smash my womanhood

Thank you Stevie
For sharing your sweet shrine of lace and pearls
and long dresses

Now I embrace my feminine soul
For it has more strength and power
Than a 3-piece suit