A woman moves in-between homes

homes that own her.

Her body is not

 even her own

Home. 
My body

Once upon a time before me and my sister’s time

love was an arrangement

The men of my family

were wedded to their land

before they married their wives.

While my mother, grandmother and the mothers before them

were wedded to an endless motherhood.
“You have a mother’s body”

they told us everyday

So learn to care

learn to nourish

practice everyday

to pour your love in others vessel.
He’ll build a house for you

brick by brick

the walls are to be painted by you

your kids will call it home.

Together you’ll save them. 
But you alone will mother them,

The house, the husband and the kids. 
Because “you have a mother’s body”

It’s always someone’s home.