When God was a woman – Candice Louisa Daquin

Why the God who was a woman stopped laughing

Brave & Reckless

When God was a woman
Her back ached, her breasts, the line between her legs
Even when it didn’t bleed
Ached, goddamn it, it ached.
When God was a woman
She stopped laughing because
Other women didn’t laugh, they
Toiled, carrying fat babies on their (aching) backs
Water jugs on their heads, barley in sacks
Underneath their arm pits
Stinking stinking stinking
Rounding the chalky road home
They saw their men folk gathered in circles
Playing cards, playing dice
The drying flesh of animals hanging over untended fire
The men folk paid them no heed
As they prepared for dinner assuming
Those women, mothers, girls, females
Would cook, clean, birth, fuck
While they played cards, dice.
When God was a woman
She stopped laughing because
Other women didn’t laugh, they
Toiled, getting up at 5am to walk the dog
Prepare breakfast, send a report to their boss
Feed the baby…

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