07/26/2025
“We Are Woman”
By the Rib, But Not Beneath
How did we get here—where it began?
They say we were shaped from the rib of a man.
Not from the earth, not by command—
But just to be near, to serve, to stand.
Created, they say, to ease his ache,
To smile, to serve, to clean and bake.
Never to lead, or rise, or speak,
Just soft and sweet, submissive, meek.
But still—
We rose.
Through dust and fire, pain and flame,
Denied our rights, denied a name.
Objectified, dismissed, unseen,
As if our power made men keen.
Cook the meals, then scrub the floor,
Be the dream, yet dream no more.
Raise the kids, then lose your place,
Smile in silence, hide your grace.
Still—
We rose.
They cheered the girl with the stiletto heel,
Balanced on weights like strength ain’t real.
Nursing a child, house like a dream—
A fantasy cut from a magazine.
We wear these masks, paint on the face,
Told elegance must match our pace.
Be soft, yet strong, be fierce, yet kind,
But never let them see your mind.
And when we rise, we face attack,
Even from women who stab our back.
Marjorie mocked with petty tone,
But Jasmine Crockett stood her own.
Not with claws, but sharp insight—
A woman built for every fight.
Don’t you see what they have done?
Turned sister on sister, one by one.
Told us our place is in the shade,
While real queens rise and kingdoms fade.
We are the mothers who birth the sun,
The leaders, healers—second to none.
Oprah spoke and shook the stage,
Ruth wrote truth on justice’s page.
Ava’s lens, Michelle’s grace,
Serena’s fire, Kamala’s pace.
Some gave up birth to birth a dream,
A legacy, a world, a team.
They mothered movements, not by womb—
But by the light they dared to bloom.
So, sister—
Don’t mock the lash, don’t shame the hair,
Don’t dim her light if you can’t compare.
We fight the same fight, cry the same tears,
Face the same doubts, silence, fears.
Lift your voice, not tear apart,
Build a bridge, not break a heart.
We are not rivals, we are not foes—
We are the storm that history knows.
We are Woman—bold and free,
Not from his rib, but destiny.
We rise, we reign, we stand, we strive—
We give the world its will to thrive.
So never again be called "too much"—
We are the fire, the force, the touch.
From rib we came, but not to stay—
We carved our path, we paved our way.
I saw this and I had to flow in order to let it go:
