when i think of Him
i see long black hair in which carries
all the stars.
i see eyes that hold galaxies and places
i have only seen through telescopes.
i see lips in which have blown out suns
and arms in which cradled the universe.
i see worlds developing in her uterus,
sweat, tears, and screams
as she gives birth.
when i think of Him,
i see a woman.
but you tell me i am going about this all
because God can’t be a woman.
women are too weak, too simple minded, too
of creating whole worlds.
but we already do everyday
in hospital beds, in the back of pickup trucks
when our husbands can’t drive fast enough.
our whole body splits open
to deliver new life.
so when i think of God
i think of skin the color of dirt
representing her fertility and boundless
crop which depends on her soil.
i think of hips wide and strong
that sway to the sound of racing feminine energy
bursting with potential.
i see a woman stronger than the God-we’re-taught
ever will be.
with wide hips,
big lips, and strong working hands.
i see kinky, uncontrollable hair and thick thighs
and calloused feet.
no she is not a man,
but does she have to be?
because when i think of Our Father,
i think of Our Mother instead.