The Poetic Political
Fumings of a Feisty Feminist
Making waves of change, one poem at a time.
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It’s such a challenge
Every day Being straight In a world that’s gay Fired because You want to be you Marry your love And say “I do” Beaten and murdered Lives ripped apart Simply because You loved with your heart A man shouldn’t die For loving his wife Or be imprisoned For the rest of his life Love is love No matter with who Especially when You find love that’s true Wait, say what? I was mistaken? It’s gays not straights Who are forsaken. Oops, my bad I was smoking a joint. But maybe, just maybe I’ve made my point. https://www.cnn.com/2019/04/03/world/same-sex-laws-map-intl/index.html
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I wish I knew what to say,
But how does one express Sorrow Anger Frustration Pain Fear And love? It’s a jumbled mess of emotions Weighing heavily on my heart. So potent, I feel it on the hairs of my skin I taste it’s bitterness in my mouth A constant reminder ringing in my ears And tormenting my soul In anguish, I cry beside you. Feeling… Helpless, Hopeless. In less than 13 hrs, America suffered at the hands of two mass shootings, taking the lives of 29 people and injuring far more. As I struggle to put into words my emotions, I found myself writing this poem trying to find a way to connect with those who grieve with me. Goddammit
Fuck this shit Turn on the t.v. 20 dead. Wake up 9 dead. Fuck your guns Fuck your extremism Fuck you. We are better than this We give a damn Even if you don’t. I was numb after hearing of the third mass shooting in a week in the United States. My emotions were overloaded between the fear, frustration, anger, intense sorrow, and disbelief...my body went numb. I decided to focus on one feeling, the strongest feeling: anger. For those who know me, they know I rarely swear. Their jaws would be dropping to know that I wrote this. Poetry is art. Art is emotion. This poem is as raw as it gets. I can't describe it any other way. The news is devastating
Victims evacuating Police investigating Media disseminating We’re left speculating President understating Politicians refuse legislating On gun laws regulating Intensely Infuriating Bullets annihilating. As we’re left waiting Three mass shootings in a week. Countries around the world are warning their citizens not to travel in the U.S. because it is not safe. And yet, our Republican politicians continue to blame everything from Obama, abortion, and drag queens. This poem is a continuation of "Waiting". |
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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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