The Poetic Political
Fumings of a Feisty Feminist
Making waves of change, one poem at a time.
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We refuse your tired and poor,
And those who yearn to be free. Discard your wretched refuse, And hopeful wannabes The homeless won’t find a home. Our lamp has lost its glow. The golden door is locked, With a sign that says, "We're closed." Her words have been forsaken, And ideals have now been lost. Suspicion, fear, and hatred, Transcend the tempest-tossed. Recently, Ken Cuccinelli, a top Trump immigration officer remarked, “Give me your tired and your poor who can stand on their own two feet, and who will not become a public charge." That evening, he said the Statue of Liberty poem referred to “people coming from Europe.”
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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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