I don’t know what it means to be a woman,
But I can tell you that there is a different kind
Of power here
And we don’t have to be your mother or your sister
Or your lover
To wield it
Our bodies are not what we can make
Not defined by theory or possibility
We always know who we are because that’s the only way
When there is a different story everyday.
I don’t what it means to be a woman,
But I can tell you that there is reckoning here
When was the last time you gave before taking
When was the last time you thought of sacrifice as a practice
Rather than an opportunity
I don’t know what it means to be a woman
We are rarely painted true,
Always the first to answer,
Because we speak in questions.
The last to be heard,
But never for a lack of voice.