Who nursed me for months before birth
Who cared, who cuddled, who cured.
To her that is my mother, Earth
Is such a precious gift.
To the Women
Who tried to teach me how to learn,
Who tried to touch my heart
And mind in which the fires burn
That set my soul alight.
To the Women
Whose faces are caught and reproduced
Reminding men so weak
How much they pain! All so confused
‘bout where they go each day.
To the Women
Who’ve had the strength to stand and fight,
To break a sweat, to love
So deep and always look for right,
Caring for all mankind
To the Woman
Who’s made me feel alive and real
Who’s brought me back to Earth.
Who’s shown me love, joy, pain, and still
Loves me for being a man.
Dumisani Nyoni
Cambridge, MA,
March 17, 2005
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