Mother (a poem)
I was born between the strength of her thighs through water and blood, the agony and ecstasy, using muscles I do not own experiencing contraction pain I will never feel. Soaked in pools of sweat and cries of determination demonstrating a resolve I could never imagine. She is fierce. She is wisdom. She is Mother Earth. Eve is her name. She is called Hagar, Rahab, Elizabeth, Mary, Fatimah, Akshara, Sofia, Li Na. Her pain is her resistance. We are her progeny; evidence of her strength. Our lives are called to echo the audacity of her hope for we are her children. We call her mother. — bshivers