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4/20/22
Like a soul
Peering onto the earth
I wove my avatar
My mom’s craft room
For decades
Held all wonder
Her mother made dolls for children
The city gave her
The key to its heart
I never thought
About this aspect
Of my lineage
Like many
I assumed the same old
Static gender roles
And then you taught a class
In cradle-making to men
Reminding them and everyone
MEN WERE THE WEAVERS ONCE
Peering onto the earth
I wove my avatar
My mom’s craft room
For decades
Held all wonder
Her mother made dolls for children
The city gave her
The key to its heart
I never thought
About this aspect
Of my lineage
Like many
I assumed the same old
Static gender roles
And then you taught a class
In cradle-making to men
Reminding them and everyone
MEN WERE THE WEAVERS ONCE
Published 27th Apr 2022
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