Woman

M Madathil Rajendran Nair
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They said You are my better half Out of my rib you came Bullshit, I say You are the whole You have never been half Throw Adam to the winds Eve was always full All this talk about half and quarter Coming off a rib whatever Is just childish prattle A woman is always full As green as mother earth and lushly filled My mom was full A full woman all the while No matter what my silly dad thought No matter how many times she wept Who would care what he felt In his chauvinistic masculinity That had no meaning Beyond the hairs of his silly moustache That greyed and died in time We belong to a land Where Mother reigns supreme She stomps the heavens As well as the earth below She is the power That creates the worlds We call Her by a million names And yet never are we satisfied Woman, woman, woman Mother, mother, mother Get into the veins of men Be their life-blood so There always is a flow Unto infinity Unending procreativity Oh woman, what is the world Without you and your smile Here are the flowers that I can find From all over the earth At your feet, never ever fret Men know they can’t be Without you on their left Fools are they Just forgive For you are woman You always forgive

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