The poem "Face of Old Women" is taken from the book "Daughters of Copper Women by Anne Cameron. This book is a re-telling of the Northwest Coast Indian myths that were shared with her by some of the Native women of the Vancouver Islands in Canada.

The book contains poems and short stories which descibe these Native women feel the world used to be a completely run by women and how the change came about to it being run primarily by men.

				The Face of Old Women
				
                                I am the sea
				I am the mountains
				I am the light
				I am eternal

				This confusion is fog
				There is light beyond
				I sense it and fell its warmth

				I move toward it
				but not headlong
				I fear to stumble,
				to fall with pain,

				There are women everywhere with fragments
				when we learn to come together we are
				whole
				when we learn to recognize the enemy
				we will come to recognize what we need to
				know
				to learn how to come together

				I know the many smiling faces of my enemy
				I know the pretense that is the weapon
				used.
				I have been the enemy
				and learn to know myself well.
				
				The one who talks only from the throat
				see only with two eyes
				hear only with two ears
				but pretend to do more
				are the enemy

				I walk amidst shards
				and fear laceration
				I must dare to bleed
				I must dare to cut myself
				to amputate
				the festering pain

				I will learn to mix
				medicine bags for those with faith
				I will learn to chant the power chant
				I will learn to mix
				medicine bags for those with faith
				I will learn to chant the power chant
				and play the healing drum
				I will not fear moss voices
						water songs
						small fury things with
								sharp teeth
						or my own hesitancy

				I am falling
				I am falling
						past star
						past time
						through space
						and my own fragments
				
				oh sister the pain
		
				I am scattered
				I am scattered
		
						gather fragments
						weave and mend
						scattered fragments
						weave and mend

				In golden light
				I recognize the enemy faces

				fear of our bodies
				fear of our visions
				fear of our healing
				fear of our love
				fear of sisterkind
				fear of brotherkind
				fear of fear

					love is healing
					healing is love

				There are Women everywhere with fragments
					gather fragments
					weave and mend
				When we learn to come together we are
				whole
				when we learn to recognize the enemy
				we will know what we need to know
				to learn to come together
				to learn to weave and mend

				Old woman is watching
				Watching over you
					in the darkness of the storm
					she is watching
					watching over you

				weave and mend
				weave and mend
			Old Women is watching
				watching over you
			with her bones become a loom
				she is weaving
				watching over us
				weave and mend
				golden circle
				weave and mend
				sacred sisters
				weave and mend
				
				I have been searching
				lost
				alone
				I have been searching
				for many years

				I have ben searching
				Old Woman

				and I find her 
				in
				myself