Our Women Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Our women, our mothers
Our sisters, our daughters
Our aunts, our relatives
Our arrival
Out of their umbilical womb
We take shape in our mindset
In their intrusion our blood
We share their joys and sorrows
We breathe in their miseries
Their gender desires and needs
How they weep for us
Laugh for us
Knowing we're not in a Trojan Horse
In their sleep they dream for us
Tell us tales to nurture our imaginations
But we do not wipe their tears
But we cry
When they set us free
We must be their great expectations
They wish for us to be.