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O Mother In Heaven!

by Garima Kaushik
(Rohtak, India)

Hold your tears, O Mother In Heaven,
For your daughters are not weak.
We are alone, yes.
We are suppressed,
And punished for what we never did.
We are blamed for their mess,
Our souls torn so they can live,
And yet we are called the weaker sex.

Medusa, we feel your pain-
We might not have snakes for hair,
But we know what it's like
To pray for justice,
Only to be named the culprit.
We are Medusa.

Eve, we feel you too-
Blamed for something you didn't do.
He took the bite,
But the fault was yours,
Goddamn that apple of discord!
We are Eve.

Hold your tears, O Mother In Heaven,
For your daughters are crying enough-
And burning the world with their grief.

We don't need a curse
To turn the world to stone,
For Medusa did that part in the past.
Now we try to melt the rocks
With soft touches and gentle songs,
To make this Hell, home again,
And soothe the weeping Mother Earth
And bring her back to life,
One soft touch at a time.