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Apr 2013
Women around the world wake up.
They are from different religions.
They are from different ethnicity.
They are of different skin tone.  
They wake to their own beauty.

They gather for a wake.
They denounce the lies of men.
They dig deep in the earth.
The old husband tales, they bury.
The womb of the earth cleanses.

The wind blows and dust rises
Spirits soars, there is joy,
A child is born carved out of her bones.  
A child is shaped out of her dust.
A child is alive, one with the wind.  

A child is made of soil, of dust, of sand of earth.
Each child molded and shaped in love.
Each child is a child of Mother Earth.
Women awake to their sibling’s beauty.
Women are the children on Mother Earth.

Women wake to truth.  Women speak truth.
Mother knows best, Mother Earth sure does.
Mother Earth does not segregate
Mother Earth does not classify
Mother loves all her children, so do I!
Celine Leduc
Written by
Celine Leduc  Montreal QC
(Montreal QC)   
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