By The Lulu
So amazing how this world was made
I wonder if God is a woman
because who else could hold so much
and still create?
I think about the beginning of time
how history writes in ink
but women have always written in blood, in milk, in memory.
We gave our bodies to build generations.
We gave our names away in marriage.
We gave our dreams away
so someone else could rise.
And the world called it love.
We gave in kitchens that never made headlines.
Gave in boardrooms where our ideas wore other people’s faces.
Gave in movements where we marched,
but someone else held the microphone.
We gave sons to wars.
Gave daughters courage.
Gave communities stability.
Gave nations labour.
We gave and gave and gave
and the economy grew.
The families grew.
The cities grew.
But did we?
It’s funny how investment in women is still debated
as if we are charity cases
and not catalysts.
As if empowering a woman is a favour
and not a strategy.
Look at the numbers history refuses to count:
the unpaid hours,
the emotional architecture,
the invisible management of everything.
We have been, the infrastructure.
They say “Give to Gain.”
But haven’t we been giving for centuries?
If giving is a seed,
why are so many women still harvesting survival
instead of abundance?
Why is sacrifice romanticized
but sustainability questioned?
if the world truly understood
what women give,
Would investing in us still sound radical?
Or would it finally sound like common sense?
