You are the soil.

You are the consequence/

Of a thousand broken before You/

Without You the crop that women grow would fail/

Without You the homes that women build would falter/

And yet men feel like they can spill all their toxic insides/

On Your surface, to saturate You without thinking that everything/

Everything whether it be Organic or Woman-built/

Would not even have a chance to exist without You/

Not even in the form of a mere flickering passing thought.

-For the women