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Tired
Hungry Scared Walking. Captured And detained. Frozen from fear Held in the ICEbox Waiting for months. Wondering. Tired. Hungry. Scared. Trapped. Cold. Sick. Dead. ICE detention centers are called the ICEbox because they are kept so cold. Six children have died in border custody. This is “unpresidented”. https://www.businessinsider.com/migrants-detained-at-border-kept-in-freezing-cells-nicknamed-iceboxes-2018-12 https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-48375144
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How many “likes” today?
I really need to know It helps me set my policies And those I should forego. 20,000 likes today I better bomb Iran. But look at North Korea Emoji face with frown. Everybody loves my tweets They’re the greatest in the land. But Russian bots like me the most America be damned. I recently read the following article referencing how Trump uses Twitter and social media “likes” to help set/shape his policies. What a dangerous precedent/“president” to set. http://nymag.com/intelligencer/2019/05/how-trump-uses-likes-and-retweets-to-shape-policy.html Their journey begins. One so dire, They risk their lives. Travel by foot and bus Until they reach “La Bestia” Clinging for their lives Starving for nourishment Dreaming of promises. They’re “invisible illegals In life and in death” Their tormented trail to triumph Is a “graveyard for lost souls” Only to become a mark, On a map, Of death. As we spend billions On a wall Instead of on people. Keep them out Keep us in. A contiguous cage of contempt. As I read the book, "Tell Me How it Ends" and watched the documentary "Who is Dayani Cristal" I learned about:
"The Migrant's Prayer": The journey towards you Lord, is life. To set off, is to die a little. To arrive is never to arrive, until one is at rest with you. You, Lord, experienced migration. You brought it upon all men who know what it is to live; who seek safe passage to the gates of heaven. You drove Abraham from his land, father of all believers. You shall remember the paths leading to you, the prophets and the apostles. You yourself became a migrant from heaven to earth. https://vimeo.com/136622440. Documentary “Who is Dayani Cristal?” Can they really be this stupid?
Can they really be this dumb? The idiots in politics What’s the GOP become? Rape isn’t like the weather And it’s not a plan of God Their ignorance is frightful And words are fully flawed. Hospitals can’t “clean us out” Rape can’t be wiped away. It’s really rather terrifying The things Republicans say. And it’s these same politicians Who make the law of land That regulate my body Stupidity should be banned. The GOP continues to amaze us with the horrific and stupid things they say and think when it comes to rape and women's bodies. https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/personal-foul/ “He eats your soul in small bites”
With a glass of diet coke A large side of fries and tacos Let’s hope he starts to choke “He eats your soul in small bites" His lips glow white and foamy Rabid eyes are growing wild We thank you Mr. Comey https://www.huffpost.com/entry/james-comey-william-barr-trump-influence_n_5cc9d170e4b0e4d7572cbb09 La Bestia is deadly
A route the desperate take The thousand mile journey As they put their lives at stake To remain is not an option Death is at their door “The Train of the Unknown” When life is so obscure. “Go in alive Come out a mummy.” Is what the children are told Ride the train Hide in vain In hopes to avoid patrol. Forsaking their loved homeland Their families and their friends Survival is their goal The border is where it ends. As I was reading the book, “Tell Me How It Ends; An Essay in 40 Questions” by Valeria Luiselli, she spoke of “La Bestia”. As I began to research it further... a poem emerged. Raped by a man.
Forced to give birth. She’s just a baby herself. Violated By a stranger Victimized By the laws Abortion abolished Her rights denied. When personal autonomy Becomes government authority We’ve lost our liberty. https://www.chicagotribune.com/columns/eric-zorn/ct-perspec-zorn-abortion-rape-heartbeat-ohio-child-argentina-20190509-story.html Defined as just “host bodies”
No longer human beings Women are just vessels It’s rather quite intriguing How men get to determine What our lives are all about Ignorance be damned By the stupidity they spout. And therein lies the problem When “hosts” is all they see Ignoring the reality There’s a whole lot more to me. My womb is all that matters I couldn’t possibly be more Incubate the host My one and only chore. Recently, Florida speaker, Jose Oliva referenced women as "host bodies" when talking about abortion. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/florida-speaker-jose-oliva-apologizes-for-using-term-host-body-for-pregnant-women/ What have we become
Wishing death to those in need Then laugh as they lay dying Can’t you hear their haunting pleas? You say that you’re a Christian You say that you’re Pro-life Yet you cheer their deathly demise With passion that is rife. Humanity is buried ‘Neath your partisan politics You shout your hateful words As you hold your crucifix. I recently read an article about a Trump Rally where the audience cheered as someone shouted to shoot the immigrants at the border. I couldn't help but ask myself, "What have we become?" https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2019/05/09/shoot-them-trump-laughs-off-supporters-demand-violence-against-migrants/?utm_term=.7e407a9ff480 Do you hate
When you copulate How you procreate High fertility rate A basic mandate Men must educate Train their prostate Not to ejaculate Don’t have to terminate The function to gestate End abortion debate But if you demonstrate How you inseminate We simply castrate To recapitulate Don’t ejaculate. I wrote this poem after reading this article by a Mormon mom clarifying that unwanted pregnancies could be avoided if men would just not ejaculate. I felt it worthy of a poem. https://www.kansas.com/news/nation-world/national/article218495850.html “I couldn’t see his soul”
When I saw him face to face “…The History of Evil” As bigotry’s embraced. I wrote this poem after reading the news quoting the rabbi who looked the Chabad of Poway Synagogue shooter in the eye and said, "I couldn't see his soul", and the family of the shooter claiming their son was "A part of the history of evil". https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-us-canada-48095998/rabbi-describes-seeing-synagogue-attacker-i-couldn-t-see-his-soul https://www.npr.org/2019/04/30/718563232/part-of-the-history-of-evil-parents-say-of-alleged-california-synagogue-shooter Plastic in their bellies
And wrapped around their necks. Polluting all our oceans Causing dangerous effects. A million pounds dumped every hour It won’t ever go away. Eaten by marine life Deadly destiny doomsday. Murdering the animals With plastic bags and straws. The convenience of its use But the crisis that it cause. It’s time to make a change. Decide to make a difference. Stop buying all the plastic. Give Earth respect and reverence. |
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
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