Man made himself King, then named himself God.
Instead of reverence for the ability to usher forth both birth and death,
An entire gender, countless generations, have been silenced and oppressed,
While men play with weapons, make war and generally misbehave,
The tide is rising, while men ignore the waves,
Women can no longer sit idle and watch the foolish scenes,
It’s time to live into the vision of their OWN wild and delicious dreams.
But, man made himself King, then named himself God.
In America, nearly 200 years after he stole and formed by force, his country,
He gave woman a vote, a small voice in his democracy,
100 years later Women still under-represented in all forms of leadership,
Discredited by childish archaic insult: called ugly, old and or witch,
1 in 4 women sexually assaulted but that doesn’t include those scared to report,
Convinced with good reason, should they come forward they’d be labeled as whores,
Single mothers, pillars of Sheba’s strength,
Raising fatherless sons and daughters with no thanks.
Because, man made himself king then named himself god.
She took up no arms, other than her own,
Reclaimed the church, government and medicine as her rightful home,
Learned to defend herself when under attack,
Generations were buried but not before making an undeniable impact,
Blood moon obscured by bright shimmery star,
Delusions of grandeur must be called out for what they are:
Man made himself King, then named himself God.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 