Together, We March


​in solidarity, with delicate wings

we fly for the Queens of the world

the backbone of Earth’s axis


we follow our ancestors

who murmur in these cracked streets

bellows of exhaustion

but there’s a plowing force

that’s birthed from within

hundreds of years ago

that fought to prove it’s worth

as we fight today for the same

with pounding chambers

heartbeats sound similar

our blood the same, bright red

but privilege doesn’t know it

our feet are swollen and tired 

but tread forth in thick cement

in motion, before it hardens

this is more than a march

it’s a shout out from the womb

a language of the soul

passed torch, bosoms weigh heavy 

unloading seems impossible

but a woman’s strength is stout

we do not wish for this battle

but the attempt to rescind our rights

will not happen without a fight.

©2017 Liza Morales 


The Women’s March Was My Calling


On January 20, 2017, I made an intentional decision to remain zoned in my peace and refrained from the inauguration.

So, I stood home and geared my focus on productive thoughts. Why? ..because I figured it to be most effective after deciding to vessel my spirit for alignment. My sanity and overall spiritual health is of priority for me. Unfortunately, I have not been able to see anything positive with a man who is regimenting fascism, racism, misogyny, sexism, white supremacy and so on, as the norm. So, for self-preservation, I made this choice and dove into meditation, prayer, listened to jazz music, burned incense and focused on all measures of productivity. I did not want to alter my strength or productivity for the Women’s March on Washington, knowing I’d need every ounce of courage and energy for true efficacy.

I normally work every single weekend, as I have for the past 28 years but fortunate for me, I had unused vacation time to utilize. When I found out I’d be off on January 21, 2017, the same day as the Women March on Washington, I was so excited. Then shortly after, I found out my union 1199SEIU was partaking in the march and providing a bus ride to Washington D.C. for its members. Not only were they providing access to this monumental event but they were also bestowing three square meals for the participants. I took this as a huge blessing and a privileged disburden. I was ecstatic but not more ecstatic when finding out it was going to 56°F in D.C. God knows how sensitive I am with the cold and how it affects my bones, causing pain in my hips and spine. I couldn’t believe how the stars were lining up for me. I’ve experienced things like this before and it’s certainly no coincidence. When something in life is destined, the path becomes disentangled and paved and access is granted. I saw this immediately, therefore I signed up.

On Saturday, January 21, I rose at 3:30am and was en route to D.C. by 5:30am. I was prepared physically, mentally and spiritually. When we arrived, I prayed while setting my feet on the grounds of Washington D.C. for the first time. I consciously focused on higher vibrations so intently that I knew it would exude through my pores and conjoin with every other person on the same vibe. These vibrations and intentions had no choice but to multiply because of its magnitude and intensity.

People were everywhere. Homemade signs and creative costumes swamped the grounds. It was intriguing to witness half of million people of every race, sex and of varying socioeconomic status congregate for such an important fight. This fight encompasses the urgency to see women’s rights as human rights Dismally, not every single person was there for the same cause, such as these men here, with one carrying a sign that read, “Abortion: neat, quick, easy way out for men”. I guess it’s all about perspective.

It’s completely mind-boggling how the necessity to fight for women’s justice and equality is in existence up until today. Since the women’s march on Versailles in 1789 and the women’s suffrage in the late 19th century, the fight for women’s rights elevated to the fight for human rights. We are not aliens on earth. We are the Queens of the world, the healers of the universe and bearers to life. Every single human being, man or woman, come from a wombman. Yet, I am here joining 500,000 people to speak, cry and fight for what’s completely natural and comes through divine order.

I am angry and I am tired but am forced to join this movement. I have become quite cognizant of the hate, intimidation and inequality that exists. I am also aware that it’s all ego based. Therefore, it’s easier for me to deal with simply because of understanding. Is it right? Is it just? Absolutely not! But when you gain a level of understanding of the people in opposition, you are empowered to move more effectively. A profound perspective that’s worth knowing is that we do not have control over others and their choices but we do have power on how to deal with it. For me, it is important to unite, support and uplift one another. Embracing ourselves and uniting in solidarity has power and can be impactful. Our choice to march, write poems, create art, capture photographs, participate in workshops, address the people in power and resist their disgraceful regimes are just a few of many ways to counteract. These are our weapons .. cultural weapons. Use them!

When something is meant to be and calls at our spirit, we should listen. The country is hurting and it is our responsibility to contribute towards healing. Don’t wait for anyone. Be proactive! I did not wait for friends or loved ones to join me because honestly, I’d probably be still waiting. I prayed and meditated and recognized the path that was paved for me. I hopped on a bus alone, with a group of strangers and marched amongst a group of strangers. I just knew I had to be part of this movement. My spirit would not hold still and I’m so glad I took heed.

Thinking of you..


I think of you
on nights like this
when the sky is still
and the air is moist

I feel this warmth
slather slowly on me
like sticky summer days
til skins peel apart

rich dew manifests
on these long humid nights
quenching green meadows
that baptized our souls

diffused in its vastness
osmotic spirits blend
authentic as Spring
promising new life

with pause for poise
and lungs expanded
breaths rebirth
a zephyr of peace..

on nights like this,
I think of you                           

© 2015 Liza Morales