My pregnancy journal holds my most intimate emotions, dreams, thoughts and plans. It is a capirotada of expression, containing: to-do lists; journal entries; birth art; notes; quotes; poetry; and more. Beginning from the time I realized I was pregnant, it documents my struggle for a holistic pregnancy, labor, and postpartum experience. Although it falls under the category of "Unassisted Pregnancy and Childbirth", nothing went unassisted. Whether directly giving me expert advice, or just by dandome porras, I had the assistance, support and inspiration of many strong mothers. This poem is for you: the women who helped reshape my whole self, inspiring me to go through my hardest life's work with a smile in amazement. I wrote this for all of the mujeres I know.
Mujer
You are the the masked woman
Dark, armed
Cotton skirt and blouse
Captive and warrior coupled
Shrouded in your rebozo
bare-breasted, suckling baby
Mujer
You are the voice-
guitar on your lap
fingers nobly strumming
patiently waiting
Weaving a web of Libertad
whose food sustains un mundo para todos
Barefoot dancer
Moving like wind, water,
Sending divine prayers into
the only truth in existance
Mujer
You are Healer and Priestess
I am you.
Every Victim and perpetrator
Every Mother nurturing life.
Now is the time to hold eachother
in our hearts and sing
One Song
Fight one battle
Plant together seeds of roots revolution.
Our new time has begun
together as one.
Mujer
This is our call for liberty and struggle
for a better world
one familia at a time
¡viva la mujer!
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| Mujeres Zapatistas |
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| Check out the daughters right beside and behind their mamas! |
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| One heart, one mind, one voice |
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