Our Mother

letters from a broken person

woman 7when i think of Him

i see long black hair in which carries

all the stars.

i see eyes that hold galaxies and places

i have only seen through telescopes.

i see lips in which have blown out suns

and arms in which cradled the universe.

i see worlds developing in her uterus,

sweat, tears, and screams

as she gives birth.

when i think of Him,

i see a woman.

woman 5but you tell me i am going about this all

wrong,

because God canโ€™t be a woman.

women are too weak, too simple minded, too

incapable

of creating whole worlds.

but we already do everyday

in hospital beds, in the back of pickup trucks

when our husbands canโ€™t drive fast enough.

our whole body splits open

to deliver new life.

women 5so when i think of God

i think of skin the color of dirt

representing her fertility and boundless

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