The Things Between Our Legs
October 7, 2014 at 12:33 pm | Posted in life | Leave a commentYoung man,
I sit by the midwife’s couch
And wait for you to show me where your superiority was born.
I want to see when you became more equal,
to hold it and smell it.
To wrap it around myself.
I want to be taught the maths of worth.
How a human is made invisible, how a woman disappears,
how oppression evolves, how sacrifice is undone.
Could it be when I carried your father for inside me for nine long months?
Weathering Morning sickness, Malaria, Anaemia and HIV?
Or was it while I walked two kilometres without food or water through a pain that defies words to squat on this couch and push you out?
It can’t be while I nursed you at my breast,
Fed you from my body for twenty four.
Aha! It was when you became a man.
When you no longer needed a napkin change,
When…
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