All Women: If the Crown Fits, Wear It (Poem)

Girl, Princess, Queen, Empress, Goddess, Sage, Crone, Wise Woman, Witch, Pussy-Powerhouses,

 

If the crown fits, wear it.

 

Arrive how you may—

By train, plane, automobile

Or Broomstick.

 

Now that we’re here,

It’s time to land,

To ground

To graciously step into the finest expression

Of our Divine Feminine Selves—

That is our Birthright.

 

Our presence on this planet

Is the most poignant and pivotal it’s ever been—

Certainly in this lifetime. 

 

Envision yourself as a potion

A healing medicine that

Only You

Can administer.

 

Concoct,

Drizzle, drench, whet

The world—

 

With You.

 

There is no longer reason to fret,

Hurry,

Worry,

To overshadow yourself

Beneath a dark cloud of illusion.

 

Lift your veils,

Reveal your essence,

Open your heart,

Shine your light—

 

You audaciously bright, daringly bold

Courageous being.

 

The world has waited a long time for your [re] Birth.

 

Welcome Home,

To your

Sacred self.

 

BY: NADINE MCNEIL, UNIVERSALEMPRESS

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY, 2016

Maeve Nelligan