In My Room/Office/Studio

In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Womankind (Poem)

If you are woman, take your right palm and place it over your left breast
listen to that heartbeat. It’s beating for you and I, it’s beating for humanity.
You see, I am a man who’s been around in this world
For decades and centuries and millenniums of years
In every part of the world
North south east west and centre
In a every nation in every race black white
Chinese Indian blue red yellow
And it’s the womb of a woman
That brings around mankind, womankind
Woo-man they say you’re made from a man’s rib
But I think you made a man’s rib
For surely sometimes I think God is a She
Because you are the hand that moulded and raised
Every single one of them
From the preacher man who lies to you
That you have to die to get a pie in the sky
To a sleek politician who belittles and demeans you
Regardless of how many votes you throw into his ballot box
you see when equal opportunities is all you want
Rise and shine in your queendom  
Forward ever, backward never
Progress, Empress, progress Princess, go on lioness, go on
(Woman) I cherish you in any way, shape or form, colour or religion
Whether girl, lady or woman, young or old
You see you carried us for nine long months
A heavy load in your belly
Subjected to excruciating pains… excruciating pains
Only to bring life into this world, mankind, womankind
If only man can see, if only man can understand
They would not throw stones at your glass house
For when it shatters it cannot be rebuilt


© Dredd X

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