—for the Mothers
You can listen to this poem here.
By Rebecca Villarreal
How many shares would blond blue-eyed darlings get
if wearing hoodies got them killed?
Would we see documentaries flashing back to soccer teams
and lemonade stands?
Would the lineup of captured offenders parade your feed?
How many vigils?
How much b-roll of crying family members?
Now we get hashtags
for black and brown
searching for systemic change
If there were superheroes to re-plant our origins
where might the story shift?
Our First Nations families might have fed our love of the land
rather than moved, contained, separated and boarded
now man camps and pipelines
snake their way into cracks in the earth
where women and girls turn to shadows
And what of the lettuce, strawberries, melons
now in a world six feet over?
The hands without documents can stay because we need food
and we need hands to pick the food
but their children go in cages
where there are documents of dying, abused and touched
The braid of being
Black in America
First here Wisdom Keepers
and Brown and borderless
Let us remember the all of Asia
and the fear of blame for the crown worn across the globe
If Gaia could speak
and in truth she has
there might be her own sort of lineup
A red thread connecting us
the nations are none
soil and seed
sun and rain
our one heart
She decided to make us see
You are not immune
You shall thrive
You shall not
the lines are divided by us
by the funds for personal protection
What if the world spun on service?
What if money was not the currency of power?
What if kindness took the helm?
What if love rose up from Mauna Kea?
What if the mothers took over?
In a dystopian film there might be grief camps for offenders
so they could feel the heartache of losing the babies we raised for freedom
The mothers would pivot away from assault rifles in protest
Read you The Book of Loss and Learning
So we may
clean the wound
speak the unspoken
whisper truth in song
until it becomes
Our One pulse
hand on your heart
mirror the earth
© Rebecca Villarreal 2020
*Sculpture Artist Unknown – please let me know if you know.*
Amen Keron! Thank you for your powerful mothering and work in the world!
women should rule the world. especially mothers.
Oh the delight! Yes and we all mother each other whether we have kids or not and I can make room for sacred masculine magic too. 🧡 Thanks for reading and commenting!