Woman

The creator of life

Feeding hungry children

From her own breasts.

Nursing those who are sick

Back to their health.

Standing behind you to give support,

Standing up for you when you need more.

Carrying the world on her shoulders,

Keeping the pain locked inside.

Teaching you the morals

Of her mortal world.

She is the tree of life

The judgement of wrong and right.

She is the water full of fish

The sky full of birds.

She is the thunder and the lightning,

She is the whole damn storm.

The rain to nourish dried up wells,

And the sun to give you light.

She is your grandmother,

Your mother, sister and daughter.

She is your aunt and your cousin.

She is yours to love,

She is a woman.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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