One Sunday Afternoon I asked Segovia Amil a muse turned into a poet to let me photograph her while strolling down Central Park. She was kind enough to share one of her poems with me.
“Anthem of the Priestess”
The woman you become is the end result, the aftermath
of the woman you have developed in the mind,
the woman you have fought to be –
birthed from the seed of a solitary genius
and into physical and spiritual manifestation
The very body of a woman
(that forthright, mystical document) grows tall as it becomes,
and as almost a rebellion of sorts
and against all odds,
her evolution and self creation is not an act of fate,
but a direct representation of how a woman fights to become a world within herself
Woman, do not let others soil your grounds. – Segovia Amil
