Natural Crux

 I

Long......

Sing a deep sad song
In alto tunes......to A minor chords...

Float to the top of my time line,
Historical chronology flying by,
taking pretentious auras on futuristic rides...

Life has been materialized...
No more love stories with 60 year anniversaries....
No courting or writing notes,
painting naked on porches wrapped around the windows of their souls...
Our jewels no longer glow a natural hue

We have been tainted and buffered,
Peeled, dipped and covered....
Until our human nature is no longer recognizable
Cultural traditions and heritage have been swallowed and sealed in the pits of robotic toggle and tech-cuffs...
The latest and newest NEVER being enough
The life of Mother Nature literally being sucked into electromagnetic waves...
Until nothing is left of her natural face

The feel of flipping a page in a book,
The paper in between our fingers...will soon be unknown to man.....
So sad that such quiet peace is being stripped of its graceful land
That we must layer ourselves with approval of social sadists,
Masked with labels and following outlandish behaviors

I....am a woman of nature!

Pardon my stretch marks and warrior scars,
Oh that one? Gall bladder..., those there, mo-ped accident, kneecap almost shattered...oh those...cigarettes..trust me it don't even matter....all these right here? Tribal marks of my three daughters....
Etched across my breasts and stomach like pearl rainbows,
Lines of diamonds
Natures tattoo that I have conquered and defeated storms no man could face without depletion
Lighting strikes of dedication
I wear them proud and reject any embarrassment

Fact of the materialistic matter is...
the essence of my womanhood is diminished by Hollywood perceptions
I don't have time to be upheld to standards I must invest money in...
The heart of our species was a natural human,
My breasts will sag and eyes will get bags, but I will never allow a knife or needle to fix that

I  am a natural woman

Goddess in any religion,
Complete as my God invented
If you don't see beauty in my flaws,
I don't care for you to accept them

My outer shell is just a canvas
displaying the perception of my inner artist
My mind and soul being so much more beautiful
Longing for the match of creativity and neurological flows

I am a natural woman

Embrace the nature in my soul
If it's me you truly care to know
Judge my book by its cover so I can filter all the waste of times and not bother...

For I am a woman of mature nature

I walked in circles under a full moon like the tribal wives when they were in labor

I am a goddess of fierce desire

Embrace my intellectual fire

Appreciate the trinity of my cypher

The warnings are dire and nature is tired

So I take my stance
Time to demand

Appreciation to my natural romance