Lives grow in her womb Sheltered by the warmth Of her maternal blood Within her, starts The cycle of birth Within her, swells The essence of love Within her, breathes The hope of the world
Yet, we laugh raucously At her demands to be respected As an individual with a voice We kill her everyday with Injustice, violence, abuse We shun her needs and desires For she is just a woman A liability, a curse, an object To be exploited, to be sold At the marketplace where Merciless crowds gather Leering at her 'vulnerability' As a woman. Just a woman.
Mock her and prick her Stomp her spirit, slice her soul But she is a Woman, impervious To such mortal trivialities She will rise and rise she will Reclaiming her life, her rights Fighting for what is hers Breaking barriers, achieving milestones Empowering the universe With her indomitable strength And mystifying influence In her lies the power to nurture To transform and to create. God could be a woman But I'm convinced that A woman is God.
