WE ARE WOMEN
we are women of wandering
spirits
fixed hearts
eyes lifted forever to sun
moon
whatever rises continually
what hope is we see in
stars
and the glint of light in
your eyes
we are women of strong
backs
even when they are
weakened, injured, old, creaking
we remember them strong
and act accordingly
no matter how much it hurts
we are women of grave insight
sending us to the very corners
of love
to see what the trouble is
what it might be
and how it can be fixed
it’s more important than
keeping house
we are women
simply stunningly, daily
we tread ground no one has
tested or tried
on cracked feet of ancestors
knowledge rises up through
us root to crown
we are determined
to know
what it is
and more
what it could be
and more
what we might make of it
and much more
ourselves.
E. Amato
For International Women's Day.
Why not?
This is the first poem in the next next book --- Daughters of Invention.
(And yes - it's always an Ailey party round here. I know that whole yellow section by heart. Swear.)
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