Sunday, October 8, 2017

“The True Feminine”

I am in love with this poem.


 “The True Feminine”

I am not sugar and spice and everything nice.

I am art.

I am a story.

I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights
and normal nights.

I was baby. I am child. I will be mother.

I don’t mind being considered beautiful,
I do not allow that to be my definition.

I am a rich pie strong with knowledge.

I will not be eaten.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜


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1 comment:

  1. Oh I like...I like, and I'm just a little bit conflicted by the end.

    Not because I disagree with the sentiment, I think it's great....but I can't help thinking of the Salmon of Knowledge from Irish myth.

    I'm trying very hard here not to objectify you as a salmon pie that will make me clever enough to outwit my foes.

    ...

    Ok, a little less silly and a little more focused on poems. I think I really love the baby, child, mother line. Again...drawing on myth I'm taken back to what walks on four legs, two legs and three legs. But here, I think we're always stuck in child...no matter how many experiences we have under our belts.

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