the emotional burden of being a woman
I prowl the internet late at night and
everyone tells me it’s terrible for sleep
but I do it anyway.
I learn a lot from the late-night internet and
lately I’ve heard a lot
about the emotional burden of being a woman.
I’m a feminist and
still I admit the first thing I thought was
“Yeah, no.”
I tried to understand.
My brain flitted back to the day my family fell apart for awhile.
I remember the pure joy I felt skipping off to school
and getting out of the carpool to run to the front door
thrilled because my grandparents were at our house
that’s a surprise
and ready to know if that baby I already loved
like it was my sun and my moon and the stars in the sky
was a boy or girl
My daddy never cried but
Dad greeted us at the front door with tears streaming
down
his
face
We walked s l o w l y up the stairs to my mother,
motionless in bed
Our baby brother was dead
And only now do I realize the horror my mom
getting induced
going through labor
having to deliver a baby
dead
and my dad holding his dead son
naming him after his dead brother
staring at his tiny, lifeless body and
seeing how it was just like his but
fit in his hand and was already blue
Both getting to hold him just once
before a stranger took Josiah David and they never saw him again
But back then I was young and innocent and I didn’t understand
I just saw the neighbors bringing meal after meal
and grandparents, friends, church family watching us kids
sweet ladies cleaning our house with selfless smiles
and my parents crying and
sobbing and
holding each other and us like there’s no tomorrow
I now I know the horrors they went through
and now I know those people marching in were coming to help us and
now I can see that they were lifting our burdens and spirits as best they knew how and
now I know everything they did,
my mother did first.
My mother did these every single day for our family
cooking
cleaning
dealing with our messy little lives
and her own
Because she in her own right is selfless
giving her body to grow seven babies and
deliver five babies and
raise four babies
over the course of many long years and
My mom never looks back darling it distracts from the now but
I realized the burden she bears like so many before her because she is
a woman