Vivian Hester Bennerson
Why Should I Do This? - Poem by Vivian Hester Bennerson
In the beginning, unto the now, "Why Should I do this? was
never heard from a Mother's lips! Offering her womb, as incubator, to her son(s), her daughter(s),
humanity whole, Ney, nor did she ever say - "Why Should I do this?" In her arms she did cradle, breast full, as yea wee child did dine.
as needed . . . "Why Should I do this? . . . was never heard. Centuries have passed . . . Motherhood's bond, mother and child, still
stands; despite forced control over her lands, her inventions, her
very breath; her body, her mind, her soul, HER TRUTHS TURNED
Into myths and omissions . . . devised by man to usurp her natural,
beginning roles unto the end, as MOTHER OF ALL! Ah, how I wonder as history, her historical stories are re-awakened,
and reversed--now knowing her all--would she still NOT say . . .
"WHY SHOULD I DO THIS ?"
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