Sepideh Soltaninia

Mother Nature

God is a man, but

Mother Nature is a woman.

When I was younger, I used to wonder:

who cut the umbilical cord of God and proclaimed,

“It’s a boy!”?

But then I remembered,

you can keep God in your gender, because

Mother Nature is a woman.

I thought it was because of the beauty

of her baby blue skies, or

the enticers of imagination

in the whites of her eyes.

Or how she could take a bulb to bloom

to become a bed for the bees

to come to be the fruit that

she bore from her bossom

to feed us.

Or was it how radiant she looked,

even in the mornings.

How her sunrays rolled across your bed,

tapping you on the shoulder,

showing you how smoldering

hot she was.

Or was it because, like every woman, she

had a wild side.

How she could shake the foundations of your world,

run circles around you or

engulf you in a wave of

untamed emotions.

Or was it because, like a mother, she

weaned us from the womb and

when she taught us how to walk

there was always and outstretched

branch to help us up, or her soft

sands to break our falls.

Or was it because she led

even the greatest of men to

discover her beauty and

uncover her curves by

walking all around her.

No, Mother Nature is a woman because we

walked all over her,

because like true children

we ate the fruit from her bossom and

spat it back in her face.

Mother Nature is a woman because she’s a

slut and a whore

who gave out too much

too often and cost

too little to abuse.

Yes we used her,

like a possession we had to tame,

and when like a grandmother

she offered us wisdom,

we manufactured it

into something that caused her pain.

Like a good wife she was

expected to give up all her needs

to please

our economic dreams.

All that anger we threw in her face,

she quietly absorbed,

in her veins, but now her

blood is rising, and

she can keep her calm for so long, but now

the cool at her poles

is melting.

We impregnated her

with the burdens of our artificially inceminated technologies.

Our industries kick at her sides,

putting pressure on the kidneys she once used to

purify the toxins that now roam in her blood.

As her feet begin to swell,

we know soon her water will

burst, breaking the levies we built to

contain her.

And we wonder why she

fights back so fiercely?

It is because we love her for her beauty and

not for her brilliance,

because instead of treating her

with our civility, we

implore the Lord’s humility

to control her.

But such calls are futile, because

God may be a man, but

Mother Nature is a woman.

 

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  • Toyin Ajao says:

    Perhaps genderising both God and the universe itself is problematic because we make a lot of assumptions and stereotype too on who and what a woman is. This is a thought provoking poem nonetheless but I don’t believe in God being a man or the universe being a woman. Because if I do, I will go further to say God must be wicked because he is a man cuz men are patriarchal, they are destroyers and they invented all the weapons of destructions in the universe. That wont be a fair conclusion either…

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