Souls and Sinew

There are billions of women

wrapped around my spine

Old women

soon to be women

not yet born women

Each the mother

a mother

in her own way

Past

Present

Future


Medicine held back by

the mendacity

of man’s measure

of value


This is nobody's Shaking God.

This is souls wrapped

in sinew

Pain wrapped tightly

around deep love

This is Medicine held back by

the mendacity

of man’s measure

of value


Wrapped around a breath

of hope

hanging on for dear life

Life not held dearly

in their worlds

when they were

or want to be


I carry the weight of

their prayer

their potential

their prophecy


They are not separate from me.

They are.

Me.

They are.

You.


They are heavy, so heavy.

They are for whom I serve.

They are for whom I break free.

They are.

We.

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