I’m told that
today is mother’s day.
As though one
day a year is enough
To praise not
just my mother
But all mothers.
Mother’s day.
What a lame
concept.
As though women
are just mothers.
My mother is
more than that.
Mother’s day.
What capitalist patriarchal
hogwash.
If society
cherishes mothers so much,
Why are they not
extolled?
Sure, in
Christianity,
Mary is the
Mother of God.
Blessed among
women.
And what of the
women who are not mothers?
Do we forget
them?
Are they
unintelligible?
Only to society.
I give thanks
almost daily for my mothers.
Not just the
woman who birthed me.
But her mother.
And my father’s.
And all the way
back.
They are not my
only mothers.
I am the
daughter of every woman
Who had to fight
to be heard.
Who was
force-fed in prison
For wanting to
vote.
Who was forced
behind a man
Even when her
ideas
And discoveries
Saved us all.
I stand on the
shoulders of all womankind.
And I try to
pull my sisters up with me.
That we may
rise.
