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 myselfFrom the Native Women from the Vancouver Islands, Canada (Taken from "Daughters of Copper Woman" by Anne Cameron).