S.O.S. (Saving Ourselves)

They say,
God isn’t a woman.
And I say,
“She is my savior.”

Women are the saviors of
sons and daughters,
they are war heroes.
They are delicately stitched seams,
deliberate and tucked
away.
They are the bread and
the butter,
spread thinly across
a nation in need
of saving.

With our heads held high,
we smile.
Arms wide open,
embracing.
Fists in the air,
marching.
For Breonna.
We will not give up
this fight.
Because when we are in our beds
sleeping,
the ones who
need saving
are shooting.

Women are the saviors of
countries and communities.
We are war heroes, and
we will save
ourselves.
Women are not waiting in locked towers
for men in shining armor.
We will let down our own hair,
break down our
own doors, and
no, we will not answer when you call.
In fact,
we won’t answer
at all.

We are not sitting
ducks.
We are not
damsels
in distress.
We are not
yours
for the taking.
For centuries,
women have been
expected
to lie down,
to serve,
to take
what men think
we deserve.

But we are
monarchs, and
we will spread
our wings
to reveal an
army.
This battle,
not yet won.
We have been
fighting
for far too long.
We have
forgotten
how to
breathe.

We are war heroes, and we will
reign down
upon this nation
in need of saving.

For our
sons and daughters, we are
saviors.
For ourselves,
we are
saviors.
Women
are saviors.
So, tell me again,
why you think
God isn’t a
woman.