I know for a fact that if my mother
could cut a part of her own ribs for me,
she would, and I also know that
she would not be only mother
in the world to do that.
I know that my mother raised me
with harsh words and snide remarks.
She was tougher on me than she was
on my brother and I can't be grateful
but I understand, and I know there are
so many women out there who do too.
Because what womanhood means to each
of us isn't simply the dresses, the skirts,
the silly princess wars, and chicklit movies,
and romcom marathons with our best friends.
It is all included, but so is the pain and pressure
from years of observing our mothers,
and grandmothers, and awaiting our turns
to go through those similar pains.
And it's worse when I, as a woman,
have a daughter, my future, that's what she is,
and yet, so much more, to the world,
because she is a woman.
She is a woman, and she is observing me,
as I observed my mother each time round,
as everything around her was designed
to work against her.
And I also know she knows,
she knows that all of it she will go through.
That even though we have accomplished
so much victory, we still have to fight
so much darkness, the same old darkness
which comes with a new name and identity,
which destroys women, but everyone around
call women the enemies.
And I can not think, how the same beings
who so much want their daughters
to thrive in a beautiful world,
would also accept the same darkness
as their allies building against the earth,
even though she is called Mother Nature.
