Mother Earth

“They say women are from Venus,

but I love my Earth girls.”

From Earth, made from earth,

Venus was never the right name

Because you can’t grow things out of dark soil there,

And how else would the world get its melanin?

On Earth, she’ll soften when wet, so much so that

When you walk over her back

She could squelch around your feet,

Or could be an immense field

Of dried mud, sand, or grass.

Don’t fall through the cracks.

Born from water,

She’ll find routes to drip into places

In which you told her she did not belong.

She’s made of water,

Never forget she made you.

Sustaining life and always creating it.

Sharing her waves is a gift for us,

Be eternally grateful.

It’s the only way we stay on the same wavelength.

From her ribcage explode the power winds

They can whip your lungs, head-on,

You can’t breathe, for

She’s left you weak with force.

Fills your mouth with words

You had never heard spoken before.

Dangerous, yet breezy:

She moves hurricanes with dandelion seeds.

En fuego.

So bright it can consume

Even the most arbitrary critics,

But only if you ask very.

politely.

She throws excessive apologies into

The various levels of her own personal hell:

The pits of fire where they belong--

From where they never should have escaped,

You dragged them out into open air,

How did you forget that oxygen fuels her?

Every time you tried to smother her you forgot:

Water puts out a fire,

But she is both.

Man came from woman,

Stop trying to get it backwards.

Every time you try

To corrupt fertile land,

To enact a “rain dance”,

To predict the hurricanes,

To extinguish a wildfire,

But don’t you know?

Only love can cancel hate,

Only woman can control woman.