From the Womb

We are women, we are strong
From our wombs come leaders of nations
Painters of pictures so magnificent
Or poets with words so beautiful
The world weeps to see such genius
But from our wombs also come
War mongers, destroyers of life
And the world again weeps
To see such rage and cruelty
How do we know in our wombs
What we carry? We do not-
But we bear them with faith and hope
No knowledge of what is to come
A Monet, a Shakespeare, a Genghis Kahn
We have no choice
We deliver them to their destiny
Present the world with our creation
Knowing them for whom, not what they are
Our sons and our daughters
And in our strength we love them