A few years ago I might have Cared
A few years ago I might have Cared
Painted my face with blood
Wrote poems saying
Fuck the patriarchy
Shouted from the rooftops
Got up in arms
Said help us
Save me
Today in my
Woman body
Pussy
Breasts
Body of woman
I feel truth.
This is where we are
This is where we have been
I watch our society eating itself
Like cancer cells, proliferating
Let’s be a He
No, a They.
A Them
Let’s focus on the Science
Let’s become a directionless
Powerless
Group of people
Dependent on our safe spaces
Our victim identity.
We no longer know
How to take the herbs
To shed our wombs
We no longer know
How to grow our food
How to milk a cow
We no longer even drink milk
Her breasts no longer the
Sustenance
Of life
We have separated
Slowly
From our roles of men and women
From the blood and birth centric society
From our villages
Where we have a purpose
Where we are connected and move with the Earth
Humanity as one breathing writhing organism
Attacking itself
Into extinction
And yet
There are some who remember
And in my woman body
I sit here
Knowing the herbs that shed my womb
Feeling the pulse
Of the Earth
Remembering
Remembering
Remembering
Every ancient woman
Her wisdom
In my body.
Praying that this is downloaded
To every woman
And every man who protects Her
Not being swayed
By the political tides
By what is socially acceptable today
Turning it off
The only thing there is to do
Is to return to the wisdom of the land
And your body.
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