How About These Apples // a poem Dec 2018

she's nervous from the pressure
not of what they might think but what they cannot understand
the change moving continents brings, the Earth's face
crying over changes she cannot change
so much shes out of touch
of the biggest parts that make her whole,
no shes nervous because she has to carry the world
and the world is sad enough
without her woes.
Those sorrows she carries, she picks them up so other women
dont have to carry the load
the burden of being woman that you can feel the Earth
heart break with every riot we shake
the trees of eden so eery apple fell
and we bite down on forbidden fruit
and it was good
it tasted sweet
and women
were not blamed for looking beautiful
as they ate.
She's trying to carry the school girls in Africa back home
she's trying to tell the girl to step back
from the knife and society
She could not go further
but she pressed that
our children don't deserve to be punished,
they deserved to be loved.
the heavy globe has seen enough
homes divide
this time
the fear of the dark you can leave it behind
and when shes ready
ill show her how strong she was for holding
her own weight while carrying
her sister
to march in white wedding dresses
on the bloodiest street.
when they ask us what in the world we are fighting for
like goddesses we reveal a basket
full of apples
and good over evil
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