Sarah W.’s Womanifesto
You look down on me, high up there
Tall
You look down upon me
With a boys eyes
You’re not a man.
Generations of women
Loving
Laughing
Dancing,
Singing,
Illuminating the night with their brightly shining eyes
Those green and blue watercolor eyes handed from grandmother to mother to daughter
We know the secrets of our daughters
How the night is in my/their souls and the sun in our hair
And as a boy in a man-suit you have torn the laughter from our throats
We don’t sing anymore
But weep.
How dare you boy-man not see our strength?
Child.
Our daughter, sister, mother has forgotten the night and sun and the song of our mothers.
Looking upon you, false god
Our mothers weep.
But watch boy-man
Just you wait.
Because one day Eve will feed the fruit back to the serpent
And you will choke on the pit as you watch her rise up and regain her place next to the woman with a dead husband and a child on the way.
The woman who took in her sister’s daughter as she died in childbirth, and raised it as her own.
The woman who crossed the Texas plains in a covered wagon.
The woman with unconditonal love for her family.
This is her legacy.
This woman who has been/will be/ always has been called:
Mother.Sister.Daughter.Grandmother.Woman.Child.Girl.Bitch.Goddess.Lover.
Life.
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