Half a Rib
I wonder if anyone
ever stopped to think
about language and how
one cannot escape the male gender.
We are fe - male, s - he, wo - man,
we are man - kind and hu - man.
We are always a "girl"
even in our own thoughts,
told to be a lady, act like a lady,
and when we bleed we are wo - man.
Why couldn't the Hulk be He-Hulk
like She-Hulk, or must the defining
words of our own super heroes, must be
like Super Woman, Cat Woman?
Right, we are still part of Man,
half a rib, bow your head Mary
mother of Jesus, bow your head
Magdalena, the whore.
Hello Princess, Hello Angel,
greets the stalker man who is a demon
in disguise, ready to harm, to cause fear,
did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
No, for the sweetest taste for us
has always been the Fruit of Knowledge.
No, for we crawled our way out of hell,
empowered by our sisters and mothers,
the generations before who educated us,
who scream "Lift your head up, bow to no man!"
Yet we women, mothers and maidens,
burnt and accused for serving the De