A Call to Woman
Who through it all Care in
Sacred Sacrificial devotion to those who speak in a
betterment of tomorrow
Woman
who they say we are
what we thought to be
nurturing by design; worried by definition
Brushing bread crumbs off kiddie cheeks
tying double knots on…
kicks
sneaks
slides, or whatever trendy word I forgot to look up… before
they roll their eyes on the way out the door.
Woman
Work
stretched out amongst a dream
laying down a red carpet to bypass all we suffered
Woman
young
old
married, single,
White, Asian, Native, Black all One
which we can’t deny and must allow footsteps to be laid
for generations to come
with a thousand voices of insight behind her
swooped in with Grace of our common direction.
Waiting patiently
for the referral to see the lady doctor covered by
a promise of a husband with a good job to insure
a right fit into the stirrups
remembering to give out vaccines and birth control to teenagers
in vending machines
rather than the hard education in uncomfortable
conversations about sex, usually left to the
Woman
Work
determined to find peace
Snapping off all which makes us tender in the arms of the family care worker
desperate looking for pennies
dropped on the ground for luck,
Magic
of the finding.
Work Woman
Work
Work it baby, getting it done
Time for fun, not
…hard as nails doing a man’s job
in a suit that is binding.
Work
She
Her
skilled labor for fast food dollars
Educated burnout sitting in the classroom
supporting the teacher directing our sons
on minimum income
Swirling to keep their interest, and the guns
out of their hands and police off their backs.
Equal value commitment to the cause
We roar towards a new way of being
No shame in feeling; AI won’t hug you at the end of the day
woman’s work
Cooking the bacon now show us the pay.
A fire in the belly to see our world
transformed
Great Divine Mother
whose womb we all been born
Sweet Mama Gai setting flames upon our land
fanning creative passion to help us all understand
As we reach back to the trailblazers
she who lead us to independence 50 years only
we celebrate a time
when woman
Work
allowed to bank, buy and burn our bra’s
A drop in the sea of His story
on the horizon I see Her glory.
The ones who clawed and paved the way for us to be here today
Thank You
Gratitude
deep deep honor
You hold these vital facts
that Woman you can speak your mind because
We ain’t going back.
Maya Rose 