Veil’s of Vulva’s
Tucked into the softest folds of deep velvet
Carried on waves of ancient blood
The seeds of creation flourish here
In the ruin of all that has come before
Tiny pearls of the future
Strung out all in a row
Carried in grandmother’s bellies
Waiting two generations to be sown
I’ve carried you inside my body
Inside yet another small babe
And when that babe is grown up
Your conception was soon to be made
Tucked into folds of soft velvet
Coursing through rivers of blood
We carried your essence to fruition
Birthing you into this world
So swing up on my shoulders my child
Stand there and reach up so high
And be a strong thread in the weaving
For the children you carry inside
Remember the blood in your body
And remember the sweat and the tears
That came from the women before you
Longing through all of these years
For a world that would treat them fairly
For a time when our bodies could thrive
For a foothold that they could grasp onto
For the children they carry inside
Strong is the tapestry of their creation
Strong is their perseverance and pride
This is the mantle they gift you
To hold you through long winters night
Tucked into wombs of soft velvet
Peeking through veils of vulvas
We see the glimpse of creation
In the bodies of those who came before us
