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MISS REPRESENTATION
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As a child I read fairy tales about the witch in the woods
The stories often portrayed the witch as evil
Green, warty, toothless, cackling while she cooked children
In a big cauldron
Even as a little kid I knew this was completely wrong
I knew the witch in the woods took in lost children
Protected them, kept them from those that would consume them
With horrifying tales of hell and damnation
She showed the children that nature was their friend
Something children instinctively know
That those who would destroy nature, take but never give back
They are the danger, not the wild woman
The woman who knows her own mind
Who does not bend to the will of those that would define her
As second, less than, a vessel for the uses of an agenda
When I was a child, I did not understand how a woman ended up
Living away from the dense population with her herbs, spells, and candles
But when my foot finally found my path
I knew that this was the life I wanted, the life I needed
What a blessing it is to get to the gentle embrace of the trees
The warmth of the sun, the fresh breeze blowing off the mountain
Celebrating nature's bounty and harvest this holy time of year
When the veil thins, and the energy renews to face winter and hope
Hope for spring, flowers, bunnies, and new green leaves.
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