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


because God canโ€™t be a woman.

women are too weak, too simple minded, too


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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