The Kings Are Crowning

A special poem dedicated to Women’s History Month

Image designed by Ericajean using Canva

From the caverns of our dark wombs
Of blood and fight from a ring of fire,

PUSHED!

Through nerves and cords
They get on our nerves
Once they crown away from our heavy
Breaths of pain and joy

Isn’t ironic, Alanis
That the one who rules the woman
Drinks from the woman?

PUSHED!

Little doppelganger of my loins
Prince of my home and king on the throne
I, womb-man
I, must march to the vomit of feminism

Take the lower pay cut
Operate under Civil Rights…

At night we
Ponder and pour over
Scriptures where I’m either wife, whore, or
The EVE of all trickery needing

A divine one to save me from my own
Glory
Even though —

PUSH!

That same God is spoken
From the birth of fingers
I decided to bring into the…