Call Us Women Poem by Masiela Lusha

All you men...
What lies in your fists?

In your eyes,
Tongue,
& Mind?

Your packs of gods
Offer drops of life,
& we women
Carry it,
Bake it
& endure it
Until it becomes
A seed of heaven,

Which we fed with our mouth,
Caressed with our blood,
& heard its bubbling songs
of life
Through our skin.

Your bellies,
Which lounge gods of Men,
Of changing passion
& rage,

Can never churn
The weight of a shell
Into a breathing being as powerful
As yourself.

It was bestowed upon us,
Because to be a man
Is to convey strenght,

But to be a woman,
Is to foster
& convey this and more
On a separate measure and ourselves,
& at times, on you.

So, call us women,
& remember who we are.