The Poetic Political
Fumings of a Feisty Feminist
Making waves of change, one poem at a time.
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I run my hand
across the ripples In the bark. Feel the fuzzy moss between my fingers As I pluck a wad of gum Off its branch. A candybar wrapper At its base. Beauty betrayed. On my walk today, I came across a tall evergreen tree on the trail. I stopped and felt her wet bark, a white wad of gum stuck to her and as I looked down a 3 Musketeers bar lay near my feet.
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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
May 2020
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