This is for you,
Woman of the Revolution
in this World
Where the Word means
to Revolve and Return
to the same place of pain, hurt and shame,
under guise of a Radical Name.
This is for you, Woman of the Revolution,
You hold up more than half the sky
in your arms,
like a precious child
you nurture Peace on your *****,
cutting your fingers
Piecing together the broken Egos
of delicate Manhood.
This is for you Woman of the Revolution,
The Sisterhood in
Sweeping the floors,
because as far as technicalities,
Men never remember
that safe spaces need to be clean,
and food needs to be cooked,
and Healing must happen
in Comfort and Tenderness.
This is for you Woman of the Revolution,