As a female

There is a reason why I, as a female, am more easily in touch with unity, surrender to the whole and melding with another living being.
  I was born with the unique ability to grow and give life. And this requires the beauty of the deep understanding of the bliss of merging.
   
   I am made to be able, without too much effort, to seduce a male into willingly, joyfully, happily, giving to me his life force so that I may produce new life.
  I am the connector. The center. I am carrying so cavalierly, so naturally the mystery of generation, the miracle of creation.
      The world may have forgotten the reality of this gift, this privelege.
There may be repeated centuries of fear,  producing control, producing suffering, producing shame, producing fear.
   But I remember.  I remember fiercely and angrily. I remember so heavily that I have wished to forget.
    I remember resentfully. I remember sorrowfully. I remember righteously and gratefully and peacefully.
That only half of the humans can carry such a power seems unfair. Maybe that unfairness has led to resentment.
     There are ways I can easily slip into states of being that my brothers can not because of this responsibility as life producer.
   I remember that this is not a weakness, even if every message I received since birth told me opposite. 
  
   I remember that the way wild people are patronised and educated and ignored is the same way, and for the same reasons my sex has been patronised and educated and ignored. I remember that they are not asked, they are not respected, like my sex is not asked, not respected. What they know and what we know threatens the same Structure of Forgetting.
    But, I remember. 
If I can remember. ...a child born in the devil's playground belly of the beast to a family of deeply invested forgettors and schooled in suffocating layers of domesticating education.....then there is hope.
  Can you hear it?
There is hope. I am the rebounded, throwback, wild card proof.
     I keep the memory alive, without consciously trying.
  It flows, it lives, it breathes.

IT FLOWS. IT LIVES. IT BREATHES.