I Am Woman
For I Am Woman
It’s not I be the narcissi
I sometimes see,
It’s not the sultry look
Of woman gazing on in disbelief,
It is not cold,
But worry of - Mother to be.
I am with child!
And my state of being reflected
In this mirror surrounds my every
Thought as my child grows within my
He’ll be fully formed –
And I am woman; my breasts swelling
As skin moves taut and I’m wondering of
Will it be the joy – the sense of wonder
Now coursing through my soul; a
Life of triumph for the role I’m living as
Before me, my destiny, my graduation of life
Becomes the giving of life that once was -
Bestowed to I.
My fragile womb has
Won the many years of hurt – I thought
Deformity could not remove from daily states
Of pain, that crunched my form and doubled
Up in turmoil, my very being upon existence,
But the barren that I guessed - gave way
And no longer lame,
I am woman, and my fertility
Speaks the awe - I behold.
My little one is here,
And my sense of self is not this vision,
This is the life that granted
Femininity to bloom –
And his life I wish make safe
For all eternity, and the only
Is for a thought to keep him here -
Within this taut, brown skin.
He is here!
And my life becomes the meaning
I have never known existed –
And as he kicks,
I smile a million Son’s I wish could be,
But one is who he is,
My first one –
My little one,
And my love seeks only
To explode around his being
And seeing this once unbelieving,
I am with child;-
For I am Woman!
Michael & Nomalungelo 6th July 2011.