Life from our body

Afghanistan Burqa Woes

I am a mother in a room

With violence and terror

On a television, I switch it off

For silence and

Peace.

I am a mother bending low

Pushing new life from my body.

A baby in my arms,

Safe and warm. 

 

She is a mother in a room

Bathed in robes,

With violence and terror by her

Front door.

She is a mother bending low

Pushing new life from her body.

A baby in her arms

Warm but not safe.

 

In the space that exists between us

That same breath, same moment

Peace exists

Between two women who hold their children,

Mothers.

And as I imagine her deep set eyes staring ahead

Like mine, with

Life in our arms

I see that we are not different at all.

 

We fear for our children

For what they will see,

For what they must fear

In the world by her door

And the world by my own.

Life from our body.

 

*Written in response to the ‘banning of the bur-qua’ consuming Australian politics. #racismsucks

Melanie is a Naturopath BHSc, contributor to Nurture Magazine, & health mumma of 2 little boys.

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