If I am denied my thought
Then I am not.
If I allow some one else to do for me
Then how can I hear, speak or see?
The mind is our chalice of sacred seeds
Spiritual gifts and guidance when we are in need.
If I do not ask the question why
Then what I hear, speak or see may be a lie.
Words change in time to fit or hide
Only with the mind can a human decide.
Humanity consists of three
Women, children and of course; the male me.
We entrust our continuity with the beautiful one
The Mother of each daughter and every earthly son, .
Then we deny her a place at mankind's tables
The Mother of both Cain and Able.
Women are separated as if of a lower caste
Half our discovery, knowledge and potential; is left in the past.
10-29-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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