FOR THE WOMEN OF THE CONGO
(For The Women Of The World)
By Theresa Davis
Now that you have touched the
women you have struck a rock,
you have dislodged a boulder,
you will be crushed.
Women’s Freedom Song, August 1956
continental shifts only change our geography
the topography of pain still prevalent
concrete or dirt
our feet walk the same paths
streaked in blood sweat trials tribulations
fingers tangled
screams swallowed
womb traitors
your fear betrays you
violence
your cowards way out
and still
we wipe constellations from our eyes
rest hands on hips that bear the world pain and sorrow
women know
what the future looks like
umbilical cords of hope tie us to our oppressors
we know
that without us you would not be here
to spread your violence
full circle
to we
who are
your grandmothers
your mothers
your sisters
your daughters
your fear betrays you
rape our flesh
rape your homeland
starve your futures
you have forgotten where you come from
sold your souls to neglect
noosed your necks with torn hymens
that stretch the globe
marking times past and present
nothing is forgotten here
women
we are no foreigner to pain
nurture in our nature
you mistake it for weakness
you murders
of motherhood
of humanity
we nurtured you in our wombs
cradled you to our breast
let life touch the back of your throats
and like levees we break
sometimes
but make no mistake
Now that you have touched the
women you have struck a rock,
you have dislodged a boulder,
you will be crushed.
and the warm flowing womb waters
that once embraced you
will no longer tolerate these transgressions
and we will no longer birth you by water
womb traitors
it will be
by fire
next time
(For The Women Of The World)
By Theresa Davis
Now that you have touched the
women you have struck a rock,
you have dislodged a boulder,
you will be crushed.
Women’s Freedom Song, August 1956
continental shifts only change our geography
the topography of pain still prevalent
concrete or dirt
our feet walk the same paths
streaked in blood sweat trials tribulations
fingers tangled
screams swallowed
womb traitors
your fear betrays you
violence
your cowards way out
and still
we wipe constellations from our eyes
rest hands on hips that bear the world pain and sorrow
women know
what the future looks like
umbilical cords of hope tie us to our oppressors
we know
that without us you would not be here
to spread your violence
full circle
to we
who are
your grandmothers
your mothers
your sisters
your daughters
your fear betrays you
rape our flesh
rape your homeland
starve your futures
you have forgotten where you come from
sold your souls to neglect
noosed your necks with torn hymens
that stretch the globe
marking times past and present
nothing is forgotten here
women
we are no foreigner to pain
nurture in our nature
you mistake it for weakness
you murders
of motherhood
of humanity
we nurtured you in our wombs
cradled you to our breast
let life touch the back of your throats
and like levees we break
sometimes
but make no mistake
Now that you have touched the
women you have struck a rock,
you have dislodged a boulder,
you will be crushed.
and the warm flowing womb waters
that once embraced you
will no longer tolerate these transgressions
and we will no longer birth you by water
womb traitors
it will be
by fire
next time
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