Give Me The Ministerial Seat

Give me the ministerial seat I labored months to breed kings, Fingers cramped to feed queens, With a long list of wishes to fulfill. Give me the ministerial seat I wept in secret, And smiled with no morsel in my belly. I became all— even god. Give me the ministerial seat I toiled the ground to bear fruit, Nourishment I only glimpsed, Never tasting its flavorful essence. Give me the ministerial seat I carried their pains and struggles, Even on days we fed only on tales, Wishing the night would last forever. Give me the ministerial seat Life is measured in miles, But I have walked a lifetime in pain, Their faces— my only source of joy. Give me the ministerial seat For I am Woman.