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EVERY WOMAN by Nirvani Teasley

Poetry is a reflection of a poet's heart…

And this poem was written at a time when I was feeling such raw emotion regarding all of the beautiful and divine women in this world and their great struggles in life.

Many women are unaware of the amazing souls they are and have been beaten down by these struggles. They have come to believe they have nothing worthwhile to offer and are worthless.

So often I wish I could wrap my arms around every woman who feels worthless and take all of that self-doubt and loathing and replace it with self-love.

My heart aches for the women of this world. 

We should see ourselves in every woman. She is my grandmother, my mother, my sister, my daughter, my friend....she is me and I am her.

Every Woman 

Sometimes, I want to love every woman.
Take all my joy and hand-sew it to her heart.
Use the strongest thread, secure it as tight as I can,
Where no one, not even she, can tear it apart.

Sometimes, I want to love every woman,
Whisper profound words of adulation in her ear,
Until she believes she is her greatest fan.
And in the dark of night, my love for her will see her clear.

Sometimes, I want to love every woman,
Take her self-defeating ways, crush them under my heel,
And never again will she believe she is less than.
She’ll be every girl’s superhero, the Wo-Man of Steel.

Sometimes, I want to love every woman,
Maybe because I am every woman and she is me.
And no matter where she is in life, she can always start again,
For self-love is the very reflection of her, it is her heart’s key. 
"Eve of St. John" by Adrienne Stein

Nirvani Teasley: Aloha! I hail from the great state of Hawaii. I am a Domestic Goddess, mother, wife, grandmother and Divinely Feminine! I am a woman in love with life and all things that transcend the soul. I am a writer and poetess. I dabble in photography, astrology, and tarot. I am a vegetarian. I am studying holistic medicine and Ayurveda. I am a practicing Tantrika, who worships all forms of the Goddess, most especially Maa Kali, the great destroyer of the ego! I am an amateur blogger who loves sharing my passions, inspiring others and being inspired. I am most passionate about women's rights and helping my fellow Goddesses to discover their divine potential. I am on a journey of Self-realization. I love all things sensual, as I know we are by nature sensual creatures.
I believe you are only as old as you think you are! I believe there is more wisdom in silence. I take everything I read and hear with a grain of salt, embracing what speaks to my heart and soul and throwing out the rest. I believe change can only take place in my own heart: So to change the world, I must change myself. Please stop by and visit my blogs at The Cosmic PoetA Soul's JourneyGoddess Within You, or my facebook pages: Nirvani Teasley and The Cosmic Poet

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. Beautiful. Nirvani's words are a treasure.

  2. i love how deep you take in every woman that is you. and me. thank you for this.


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