Mother Nature

There may be a father of time

But it is Mother Nature who cultivated the world we see

It is the woman who is born to give birth

That the men may have a life

From which they can leave behind

That which will surpass the limits of time and not wither away when winter falls

Mass media asks “Is she selfish who does not perpetuate the cycle of life?”

Yet a man can jest about the hell of marriage

That he may not be free

To do what it is that he wishes

When he wishes it

And this man is applauded by others watching him on TV

Mothers are meant to be pure and good

But we blame their burden on original sin

That someone long before them

Has tainted their blood

With the detestable and damned role of temptress

Stealing man away from the garden of god that was rightly his

It is the twentieth century and woman tries to take a stand

“I do not fit the tight role that you have carved for me

 I am not what it is that you say I am

 I a human, living and breathing like you

Allow me control over what it is that I want to be.”

They just tell her not to be so sensitive. She’s acting like a little girl.