Find your roots, your origin by Giulia Essyad

 
Painting by Arna Baartz

I cannot be stopped, I have such crazy faith
little humanoid stated
To the grey walls of a Cité
a forgotown of sterile grids
and How she rubbed her Womb,
how she felt it turn
and turn and shape like a potter,
a Womb can birth a lot of things,
Magic is only knowing so.

Every month you will birth a room
a river or a brick or salt
yes A woman can birth the world
not break the grid - but overgrow
All the futile man-try remnants
with no regard to the city -
Her deep gaze joyfully greeting
All the Newborn 
and dying Worlds. 

By Giulia Essyad 

Read more of Giulia's poems here.