PuahLike freedom fighterswho pray with their feet
I protest for inner-peacethough paraplegic in comparisonto prodigious heels of powerful menmy prayerful wheelsspin tales of inner-freedomand entone hymns of mindful treatmentof children and kinI commit to calm the din of crying infantswith the easy clicking of my teethI speak for those who do not yet know how to speakMy freedom fighting is not politicalthat task is for a hardier classof jewish girlfor me - the Egyptian fiendis personal for the Pharoahs I dethronerule the halls of each of our homesin the inner-alcoves of a private despairthat petrifies the childrenand paralizes the parentsthat inprisons our finest hoursof family commitment and contentmentI prefer to peddle waresof wars-well-avoidedwhere everyone winsthrough carefully wordedapologies and the timelyairing of grievancesbetween friendsfor cowering beneath the pyramidsof needs – my fiendsare the menacing insecurities of adolescentsand the lethal bickerings of parents- the noisome whines of needy toddlersand the all-too-common-household-hollersthat oppress our most precious commoditiesof familymy enemies crouch quietly beneaththe crumbs on the living room carpeta beast between the sheetsof a cold-shouldered bedroomwhere partners sleepunconsciousand deeply out of tunewith the exquisit callof their common dreamsI come to loosen the shackled lipsof fathers and mothersthat they may better uttertheir astounded praiseat the miracle of a house fullof filthy shoes, spilled soupand their children''s most innocent mistakesMy task is to counter thearmor-clad offensiveagainst love and friendship- to incite a protest againstthe enslavement of a trillioninner prophets of tranquilitywhose gentle-tongued soulsare daily buried beneathstraw burdens of poor comunicationand tossed out with the trashedafternoons of a mother''sepic impatienceI come to play the Moses of relational redemptionin the face of a sink-full of grimy resentmentsAnd so I call forth all fellowfreedom fighters for inner-transformationmidwives with wise handstoting torahs, toting infants, toting pensall prayer-footed-protesterscome & herald inemotional freedom from the pharonic foeand let us birth our childreninto peaceable homesfor when our houses enshrine tranquilitythen outer-world will follow inner-leadand rock-hard heartswill soften gripsand all thats enslavedwill lithly slipinto the soft of freedom foundand take your shoes offto walk aroundfor our houses are thehallowed groundfrom which God speaksSo call me Puah,who quiets the criesof children, slavesand the Pharoahsinside.