“You’ll never know what it’s like to be a woman.”
I know. But I know her touch.
I know God is a woman for what could be more divinely feminine than the act of creation.
I know the Earth is my mother for how my brothers and I mistreat her so.
I know her hands that hold mine gently when I pour myself into the ocean.
I know her calling me to wake in the morning for the gentle rays that shine through my curtains.
I know the soothing taste of milk in every meal I am provided in this life.
I know her love.
I do not know what it is like to be a woman, but I know what it’s like to live with one.
I see her in all before me, yet I know it to be true that I could never fathom her,
for she is the world, the universe, all that is holy and otherwise.
And I am only a child.