I wrote this musing on Jan. 29, 2007. It was prompted by this question: What privileges in society are you afforded that you take for granted? What privileges are less available to you because of groups to which you belong?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Musing: As a Woman
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Musing: Two Words
written around November of 2006
Shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.
You lied your way through life,
Through Yale and Texas and the election.
You carefully snaked your icy fingers
Around the heart and soul of a once-great nation.
Shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.
You disrespect the very creature that gave you life
With your repeal of the rights of women.
The very rights that women slaved for,
Cried for, marched for, and died for.
When, in your over-privileged, over-paid life,
Were you raped by a stranger in the dark?
When, in your educated, sheltered life,
Were you forced to stay silent
As your husband beat you for under-cooking the steak?
Again, I say shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.
We struggle to exist in this painful,
Sexist, patriarchal world.
We struggle, we fight, and we ache for our voices to be heard;
For our basic human rights, and for our dignity.
I would say shame on you, Mr. President,
But this woman has had enough.
No more shaming or slaps on the wrist.
No. I say FUCK you, Mr. President.
This woman. One voice. One cry.
One hope. One dream.
... And two words. FUCK YOU.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Musing: Redefining Reverence
written March 13, 2008
Do not let my vibrant colors distract you; each one appears for a reason. Each hue tells a different story about who I am and where I come from and what I want from life.
Do not let my stature misguide you; I may be small, but my determination is infinite. I am not afraid to travel the highs and lows of the earth and sky to find the answers I need to survive.
Do not let my scent overwhelm you. It is the aroma of my soul; the very essence of life and love.
Do not uproot me to keep for your viewing pleasure; I will eventually wither and die from your selfish desire and suffocation.
Admire my strength and beauty. Respect my stature. Appreciate my flora. And recognize that equality is necessary for my survival and evolution.
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Labels: equality, feminism, flowers, musings, poetry, reflection, women
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Musing: Paradise will Break Free
written Jan. 19, 2007
She stands there, naked and brazen, daring each passerby to look her straight in the eye. Her body is immaculately toned; skin tanned golden brown from the rebel sun; legs cemented to the hot, sadistic gravel with muscles that refuse to go unnoticed. Her bold, ample hips declare strength unknown to generations of a patriarchal society. Deep breaths of humid air fill her lungs, thrusting her beautiful abdomen forward and back again; tiny beads of sweat form beneath the full of her perfectly rounded breasts which rise up and down with each swell of her abdomen. Her balled fists remain firm at either side, giving way to her sculpted arms and shoulders. Her long, graceful neck merges into her surprisingly hard jaw line; full, sensual lips part ever so slightly revealing stark white teeth. Her prominent nose and cheek bones glisten from the beating sun as the wind makes her wild, wavy hair dance in protest of the roots holding it hostage. Her presence overwhelms and mystifies the very creators of her image; of her manifestation.
But her eyes are empty of emotion, vacant of thought. She is dying on the inside as no one stops to look past her surface. No one dares to look her straight in the eye. Despite the heat of the raging sun, her soul is trapped inside her frozen body. She does not know true love, only lust. She cannot feel true beauty, only dimension. She has not experienced true kindness, only expectation. No one dares to look past the physical representation of societal perfection for fear that something independent, courageous and unrestrained will be looking back.
Slowly, precariously, the ice melts bit by bit as her soul waits patiently; ready to penetrate the minds of all those who dare to look her straight in the eye; who will accept and understand her strength. And all paradise will break free at last.
