the classification of life
This poem is inspired by Rupi Kaur, whose poetry is always fiercely feminist.
“Look down at your body
there is no home like you” — rupi kaur
vital growth starts
with a word.
look at this microscopic being
it is greater, beyond universes
how the womb carries a seed
the metaphors of mothers as
earth, and planting, and ripe fruits
don’t do us women any favors.
we are more than fruits to blossom.
we are filled with blood, and guts
and even our open spaces — used metaphorically
to give us mystery, they are invaded
and not just metaphorically, but literally.
our bodies teem with living beings
the organisms of our own cells
the threads of veins that keep the beats, the pulses —
they are all alive.
to answer the question, what is life worth?
is to see a woman not as a mystery of vines and blood
but a complete story.
this ban on abortions is ending any attempt
of opening the cover
of our mouths.