What does it mean to be a woman, to be powerful, to love, to share, to give, to help?

I posted this on facebook today immediately after writing it. . .
 free-write of the day:
All these women, my sisters, they give them selves, 
they might die childless, growing old candleless, 
they are the living flame, 
they share their passion on display for all those who need a living temple to pray with, 
they are the beautiful ones, 
they raise their voices and open their arms
and the mountains hear, outside these walls, 
and the ocean roars in response, 
the land it feels their feet upon her skin
dancing dancing dancing, letting the magic in
letting you in, letting you out, setting you free again
All these women, my sisters, they feel the call, 
and they stand with me, a part, and tall, 
they turn from fire to water and melt into the small places
we can't go alone, 
and they grow parts of themselves chiseled sharp and folded metal strong
to rip open the bonds 
all these women, they can look like anything, 
they raise their voices, shout and sing
they open their arms, holding everything
they know they know love is everything
they know they know the lonely whistle of the wind on the road in a long night
they know they know the lullabies of water and traffic as they tour with the truth 
planting seeds like johnny, hope they grow
what is a woman, what is an angel
hosanna in the highest
my body is a woman
and my spirit has no body
call me man, human, girl, animal, call me god, 
call brother, call me sister, call me friend
call me call me call me
Hosanna in the highest, 
do not be surprised
what happens when you ask for help
do not be surprised 
when you die
do not be surprised
when those die you did not help
Hosanna hosanna on high
by me, karen kunkel, today, inspired by: the women i love, and the strangers i see struggling, and those at Standing Rock, my love for earth, my concern over your apathy, my belief that gender and sex really don't mean anything or they mean whatever you want them to mean so they really don't matter and that god/spirituality is too mysterious to argue over nor define, and the feeling that the older I get, the more i feel a paradox of more self-reliant and more connected and a part of every being i meet. man, i cannot find the words for all the thoughts and feelings. i'd better get back to the real world and DO something. xoxo