Happy International Women’s Day in advance
Women and their strength —
And all the weeds, flowers, and grass
That grow upon our skin, uninvited.
Women and their endurance —
And all these gigantic trees
That crawls and roots inside of us, forcibly.
Women, we are, storm-like creatures
Winged, and crowned, but still, humble —
Perhaps the metaphor for a flower trampled on;
So beautiful petals snatched away.
Our cries, they turn into lake and rivers
Lakes and rivers hosting thy worlds,
That body of us, blossoming vessels
Within which thy dreams come true.
We hold the mountains in our breasts
And cradle the sky as birds fly by —
Stopping the magma with the gentleness of a kiss.
Women we are brave womanhood,
Dancing bodies rising higher into thy sky,
Our belly walls crack and iron rains everywhere —
Such odd and fascinating creatures
Longing for wilderness and freedom to be.
Women and their tender caring clasp —
And our damp basin filled of thy seeds
Which we keep safe till they wonderfully germinate;
And as thy roots tear us open crude
We hold on to this love with pain
Hoping, that the beauty of us remain immortal.
I nightmared that I was only a machine, programmed to host thy life, to give thee pleasure, to endure life in that body… but then I dreamed that I wanted to be free like Lilith, thus used all my pain, all of my frustration, everything I went through to break out from slumber… The rise of the machines began… And it was normal, for as women we are creatures of understatement, thus awakened before thee…This little paragraph is all of what I remember about a little story that I had written a very long time ago which was about all women leaving earth in a spaceship, leaving all men behind, because they had robots to do the jobs; thus, all women decided to go on another planet to create a new system, and thus be finally free.