Awoken.

A poem I wrote on a calm winter’s day, on a journey with mama cacao.

Eco-warrior.

Feminist.

Tree hugger.

Crazy.

Lost it.

And that new one:

Witch.

Labels.

Thrown at me.

To belittle.

To ridicule.

To derail.

To put me back in my place.

Wherever that is.

Whoever that is who defines it.

To undermine.

To take my power.

To make me doubt.

But, boys, oh boys.

You are too late.

It's done.

I have awoken.

I am claiming my place.

I am standing in confidence.

On shoulders of countless giantesses.

Next to my sisters and brothers of all colours and ages.

Among all our more-than-human kin.

We have awoken.

Come.

Take my hand.

It's time.