09/10/2026
Cuneiform
Of course it was a woman who invented language.
She who gives life shapes the expression of it.
Feet planted in the river she becomes a series of waves,
Inundating the curvatures of being,
Like a mother endlessly watching her baby move.
A woman disappears into the fabric of being,
Just as language is blood
And breath.
A woman is a microscope,
Amplifying the unseen
Just as language invites us into the unknown.
“Go beyond the senses,” language says,
“Be fearless.”
This is why women were silenced.
This is why the lies about who invented language,
Who was the first physician,
Who was the first author,
Proliferated.
Men are ravenous to claim our insights,
Desperate for supremacy.
And that is the difference.
We know that language springs from the living water and is
Ubiquitous,
Reaching into the crevices of experience,
Hunting for the details
Like a baby crawling in the grass.
Men have worked furiously to silence women
But it is impossible.
We are the awe and the essence.
We speak in all tongues.
Of course it was a woman who invented language.
All praise to Nisaba.
She knew how to name everything.
Language is life.
It is Mother’s milk,
Umbilical relationship,
Placental food of all beings.
Language is the bridge
From the formless into form.
All praise to Nisaba.
She who spoke the first words,
She who names everything,
Ceaselessly
Naming,
Ceaselessly revealing,
Unstoppable
Woman.
~Stephanie Mines
