Call Us Women

All you men...
What lies in your fists?

In your eyes,
Tongue,
& Mind?

Your packs of gods
Offer drops of life,
& we women
Carry it,
Bake it
& endure it
Until it becomes
A seed of heaven,

Which we fed with our mouth,
Caressed with our blood,
& heard its bubbling songs
of life
Through our skin.

Your bellies,
Which lounge gods of Men,
Of changing passion
& rage,

Can never churn
The weight of a shell
Into a breathing being as powerful
As yourself.

It was bestowed upon us,
Because to be a man
Is to convey strength,

But to be a woman,
Is to foster
& convey this and more
On a separate measure and ourselves,
& at times, on you.

So, call us women,
& remember who we are.

Reviews

[ba_mcfarlane]

Fertility of nature, and in particular, women, has always been the ultimate source of strength and power of this human condition. The Celts knew. You explore this from the gentle side without the rage and posturing of men. This piece is wonderful and thought provoking stuff. Bravo!

[TAP]

Beautiful. Took me to the end in a single breath. Fair but quite feminine in the end. I love this poem. There is no better way to sting it so quietly. I love the gentleness that runs through it. The poem itself stands for womanhood.

[Mazie]

Well put :) Very true, and fair to both sexes, I feel that it is a very powerful, insightful, as well as respectful piece. Nicely done ^^

[Briana O'Connor]

Pride to women-very well emphasized. I love the way your emotions spread vividly through your words! beautiful