How can I call myself a Wombman?
Stacey Hodge
I have abused you,
Never had a conversation with you,
Misused you,
And not even shared thoughts with you.
You have been my victim,
Consequences of my actions,
Effects of lies and distractions.
I have never spoken to you,
Asked your permission,
Inquired about you,
Or cared for you,
And I call myself a WOMBMAN?
You've been a symptom of my disease,
Toxic waste,
Cancer,
Aids,
Cysts,
And many more....the mind can't explore.
You have been distorted,
Raped,
Molested,
Tortured,
They have aborted life from you,
Life you conceived,
Wonderful gifts from above,
I call them MURDURERS, RAPISTS, THEIVES,
Nothing positive the mind can perceive.
How can I call myself a Wombman and,
I gave them all rights to you,
I sold you for little or nothing,
They bought you for personal pleasures and sin,
I made them beat you,
Mistreat you,
Curse you,
Damned you,
You fell victim to their bad habits,
Alcohol,
Crack,
Cocaine,
Unable to maintain,
Too vulnerable,
And they call themselves HONORABLE?
HONORABLE MEN?
I hate them,
Despise them,
Dislike them,
And still, can't deprive them,
They're too strong,
But, believe it or not,
I AM STRONGER!
I made them,
Beared them,
Fruitfully, beautifully,
I cared for them the best I could possibly,
They need to respect me,
Not object to what I do,
Love me,
Caress me,
Nurture me,
That's the only way they can honor me.
FORGIVE ME!
Forgive me for I was wrong,
Bring me home to where I belong,
Make me understand the beauty of being me,
A WOMBMAN!
Now I feel complete,
You've purified me,
Washed me,
Cleanse me,
For now, I feel free.
I know now to communicate with you,
Listen to you,
Hold you,
Mold you,
You opened me to know myself,
Heal myself,
Love myself.
I know here is where I belong,
I belong to you, EARTH,
MOTHER EARTH,
For now I am,
A SACRED WOMBMAN!
