Until you walk, run, fight a mile in her shoes
Don't you dare stand in front of me and tell me
What a woman must do
She must
Swing from chandeliers for undeserving spouses and paramours
Who deny her suffrage by day, but crave and praise her womanly wiles by night
Good enough to fuck but, not good enough to vote
She must
Go from the beauty of Africa, to the horrors of massa
Go from titties dangling bare and shameless
To being branded, licentious, temptress, embarrassed
Go from land of yams and heat hot
To land of cash crops and sellers block
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Now Black
Now inhuman
Freedom stolen, family stolen, now beholden… but still golden
Field hollerin'… and Ain't I A Woman
Ain't I A Woman
I can see her, me
Washing dishes, clothes, and children
Making love, money, dinner, and beds
Always the first one off a sinking ship
But last in the line to receive respect
What a
What a woman
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
Must do
Must do, must do, must do, must do, must do…
She must
Wipe away tears and reclaim strength
After rape, abortion, lover's betrayal, child's birth, child's death,
husband's abuse
Tricking to buy baby shoes
She must
Be called a muse
Which is just a synonym for use
Put upon pedestals
Dainty and protected
And because of that disrespected
Made a paradox of famous anonymity
Left to go insane with too much femininity
Staring at yellow wallpaper
Her heart
Her legs
Warm and welcoming
Waiting… for phone calls that never come
Waiting… for words of appreciation that never come
Waiting… for equal pay that never comes
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for love
Waiting for acknowledgment not judgment
And when seeking or achieving any kind of power
Reduced to labels like…
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke

What a woman must do

She must
Never settle for less based upon her womaness
Embrace the pronoun and power of SHE
Know if nothing else that her uniqueness is blessed
And a necessary component in the union between universe and people

Equal to man
At times above human understanding
She don't have to lay down for nothing or nobody
Her body in and out a wonder
The wonder of she
The wonder of she

What a woman must do, Ursula Rucker

3 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

"Nem tanto ao mar nem tanto à terra..."

Qual foi a bagagem do tempo que Penélope acumulou? Solidão, cansaço, incerteza… mas sobretudo esperança. Essa esperança manteve-a entusiasmada, recordando um rosto que sentia apagar-se com o decorrer dos anos. Essa esperança recebia formas diversas de criatividade para defender o tesouro da sua vida, ante o assédio dos que só procuravam um trono na sua pessoa. Um manto que se tece de dia e se desfaz à noite, um arco que há que retesar… A esperança é criativa, olha o futuro procurando soluções e assim se sustenta...

menina tóxica disse...

há limites para o que se pode/deve/quer suportar. só isso.

Anónimo disse...

como eu te percebo menina tóxica... estou a sentir o dilema da falta de respeito da sociedade quanto a ser-se mulher... As próprias não se repeitam nem deixam que respeitem as outras.