Women are the vessels that hold life
for Nine 1/2 weeks like Kim Basinger
Call me Mickey.
Women adorned Da Vinci paintings with a half smile
martyrs in the flames of freedom
Call me Joan.
Women that nurture life
the greatest man to ever walk our path
call me Mary.
-and yet we’re reduced to calling them *****
because our male brains can’t reach to nothing more.
Women in revolutionary trenches
artist, poets, our strongholds, mend no fences
call me Frida.
Women our souls, our backbones
endless spinal chords that keep us up
call me Theresa.
-and yet ***** is the word that dominates our tongues
when we refer to them.
Women the leaders, the warriors
the fighters, the valor of the coward
call me Cleopatra.
Women the lovers, the pleasers
that feed us and keep us up on our feet
call me Anne Boleyn.
-and yet ***** infiltrated our vocabulary
like a terminal cancer, let’s get rid of it.