The Poetic Political
Fumings of a Feisty Feminist
Making waves of change, one poem at a time.
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Growing up when I’d hit my brother,
“Use your words!” would shout my mother. “Don’t fight!” “Be kind!” “Listen, then speak.” And God forbid “Don’t pick on the weak!” Whatever happened to those words of advice? Goodness and kindness would always suffice. When did our country ignore our mothers? Instead dropping bombs to kill our brothers. Our world is our family if only we’d see, That WORDS solve wars without casualties.
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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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