The Catholic Woman Poem by Atef Ayadi

Your day starts
Like any catholic day.
Your food,
Manners,
Bedding,
Sleeping habits,
Drinking habits,
And turmoil

Are catholic.

Ok!

What does all of this mean?

Your face and hands move
And protest;
Your voice
Betrays your vocabulary

They
Are not that catholic!

Who are you exactly
Beside your
Ancestry?


Who lives deeply
Inside you?

Who is
Talking with your tongue?
And
Moving you here and there?

Again,

What does being catholic,
Being a woman, or
Being a catholic woman mean?

So please,
Explain first, how you feel
Being a woman,
And
Please,
Do not jump into
The catholic
Thing.

Tell me
Something
Without
Heritage.
Something
That
Starts now
And may end
In the next millennium.