The Prehistoric Woman

I recently read this book "Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps" by Barbara and Allan Pease. It's a really awesome book that proves that women and men are different - not unequal, just different. Most things that people might perceive as "sexist" is not really sexist, it's just how men and women think. The different ways in which men and women think is mainly because of the way our ancestors behaved - the man hunted, and the woman defended the children from wild animals and tended to them. The book is not actually about the prehistoric man or woman, just how they influence our behavior and thoughts today. But this book still sort of inspired me in a weird way to write this poem, and I just wanted to share it with you.

THE PREHISTORIC WOMAN


As she glances around using her peripheral vision,
her mission to protect her nest, always in suspicion,
she guards the home, tends to her offspring,
awaiting her loved one, to her children lullabies she would sing.

While the man ventures out to hunt meat,
she looks after her children and keeps the home neat,
at those times facilities and luxuries were naught,
when the time of the month arrived, the pain she fought,

as blood trickled down her rough but beautiful legs,

the pain was so unbearable, to God, for mercy she begs.

But she had to stay strong and protect her children with her life,
until her loved one came back home to his wife.
She did not know if he would come back or not,
but she could not distract herself for she had to do a lot.

When unfriendly animals threaten to get past her guard,
she would defend her nest as much as she could for it was hard,
since strange animals back then were quite a strife,
especially with little ones to protect, which she would with her life.

While she is gifted with the privilege to give life,
he is gifted with the talent to care for his children and wife.
Her loved one and herself, they had equal roles in every way,
though the society portrays them otherwise to this day.