I walk
I walk for women
Who walk for children
Who gather waters with no wells
Women who nourish babies who bellies all swell
Whose wombs carry life
Life delivered and received by the Earth
Birth
In the grasslands
Lifted and appraised
I am amazed
By these women
who birth these children
I walk to develop the land
To help gather the water
That sustains their sons
Their daughters
I walk for women whose
Women hood stands mutilated
Women whose skin keeps them segregated
I walk for women
For whom
Water is their life line
But the line to the water is so long
The line and life
Is difficult to sustain
When you’re walking to live
To and fro
Fro and to
To gather waters that won’t always flow
Water needed to allow the earth and the children to grow
I walk one step for women who have to walk twenty
For women who have none
When I have plenty
I walk for women who raise the children
Who don’t let them raise themselves
Sun rises day after day
Blazing, burning and scorching the earth
Warming the path to the line
The line that leads to the water
And still they walk
Step after step
Mile after mile
One foot in front of the other
Child observes the gourds
Filled on the head of his mother
I walk for them
My sisters
My brothers
Who walk for children
Who gather waters with no wells
Women who nourish babies who bellies all swell
Whose wombs carry life
Life delivered and received by the Earth
Birth
In the grasslands
Lifted and appraised
I am amazed
By these women
who birth these children
I walk to develop the land
To help gather the water
That sustains their sons
Their daughters
I walk for women whose
Women hood stands mutilated
Women whose skin keeps them segregated
I walk for women
For whom
Water is their life line
But the line to the water is so long
The line and life
Is difficult to sustain
When you’re walking to live
To and fro
Fro and to
To gather waters that won’t always flow
Water needed to allow the earth and the children to grow
I walk one step for women who have to walk twenty
For women who have none
When I have plenty
I walk for women who raise the children
Who don’t let them raise themselves
Sun rises day after day
Blazing, burning and scorching the earth
Warming the path to the line
The line that leads to the water
And still they walk
Step after step
Mile after mile
One foot in front of the other
Child observes the gourds
Filled on the head of his mother
I walk for them
My sisters
My brothers
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