Did our mistreatment of women start at the very beginning,
Did it start with not loving enough, the very first woman —
Did we not tend to her earthen hair
with the respect it deserved;
Or her progeny of plants and creatures,
did we not treat them as kin or as brothers had earned?
What if the downpour of rain was really her tears
and the monstrous thunder her rage?
What if the storms and the terror of lands
was really her just trying to shout, “NO. STOP.”?
What if the invention and evolution of man
was just another woman putting others’ needs above her own,
until we’ve stripped her of all honor and love and compassion?
What if we’ve gaslit mother earth into a corner,
made her feel crazy, like all of this is somehow her fault,
and she has no other option
but to rise up in fury to demand
that we repair our relationship or else — ?
What if the undoing of man is because of the undoing of one woman…