We are so much more than we know.
I have seen the fire of the human spirit subdued--
Apparent in the shame & guilt
Of half-lidded eyes &
the gags & ties
Strapped down through apologies
& rounded shoulders.
How can we know what we are capable of
When we have grown, through generations,
Beggars at our own doors?
In our own homes?
Our own hearts?
To apologize for being a woman
Emotion-filled & tempest-laden
Is to apologize for living &
For giving life to this world.
I cry with the blood of my sisters;
the blood of my friends
I weep for strangers--
men & women--
and cry out with the birth pains
of my creations;
cry out for bringing something of my soul into this world
that has always been so hungry for our blood
See, now, what destruction
These chains have brought
To every living creature?
And tell me,
How could we help but storm & rage
When we feel the desperation of our children?
When we were made to give voice to
The pains & passions of every living thing?
When we have gagged ourselves
On our own words & struggles,
Stifled & silent
Since the day we were born?