My grandmother Mammy
taught me
that men and women
are not created equal.
She believed that women
were superior to men,
created by God
to endure
and withstand
both emotional
and physical pain.
She knew a thing or two
about pain.
I can still hear her today:
“Two weeks a month, we are
reminded by God
that our bodies
are divine vestibules.
As His vestibule, God has
tasked us
with a week of pain
leading up to our
sacrifice — a week of blood flow.”
Those were her words of wisdom.
The pain we live with as women
is why we are superior to men.
A week of pain followed by
a week of blood flow.
Thanks be to God.
“I would love to see a man try
to carry and deliver a baby.”
Yes, Mammy, I would love to see that too.
Speaking of babies, my grandmother
always promised me that she would
take care of mine, but she
died before they were born.
If I had to describe my grandmother
in a word, it would be:
Pain.
Beautiful and perfect. I would have been a very lucky lady to have known your grandmother.
Thank you so much, Nancy.