Poetry With Hart

Defined by Submission

Prove your womanhood
From the barrel of a gun
Liberty strip searched
So they can have their fun

Their touch cold
Methodical in fashion
This act a power play
More than fits of passion

They find full breasts
Narrow waists with wide hips
Dainty hands, feet, faces,
Soft skin, and pink nips,

But again they demand
Sternly, more than ask
Prove your womanhood
If you’re up to the task

And see this is where
There’s a critical omission
Femininity for them can only be
Defined by submission.

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I am not afraid of fire
Go ahead, burn me at the stake.

I am not afraid of water
I dare you, drown me in the lake.

I am not afraid of the words
You may use to cut me down.

I am not afraid of the earth
Bury me deep underground

But what I fear most all
It keeps me up at night

That I won’t live long enough
To craft every poem, I must write.

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I am not the Barbie
Dream-girl of your
Christo-fascist fantasy.

I am a fury
Reincarnated to break the chains
That bind my sisters.

Erinyes tasked
To bask in the defeat
Of the mother fucking patriarchy.

I pause here to ask,
Are you listening yet?
Because I’m just getting warmed up

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Karma caws
clawing it’s talons
Aside my shoulder
Seeking searching
Perching there,
The raven knowing
Somewhere within
My memories there
Lies a prey
They may find.
Karma waits patiently
For the day, and then
While I was, barely
Dreaming, they
Lifted their claws,
And took flight.

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No makeup can hide
Nor truly conceal the scream
Behind painted eyes
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I tear off pieces of myself
To feed every one of you

To each as each needs
Living life as a restless giver

At first the liver
To filter out the toxins of life

My hands to hold you
When you’re scared

My flesh bared
Warm to the touch

Just enough insight
With my eyes, but not too much

My lungs filled with mountain air
A breeze, reminder of me everywhere

I save my heart for last
It has a history, a checkered past

Riddled with bruises
From a torrent of abuses

It has had its uses,
This the coldest part of me

And I tear, and I tear
And I tear it all apart

Till there’s nothing left
Of me at all.

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She loved
like she was
over-compensating
for all the love
she could
never give
herself

—–

Click bam boom
No one else in the room

So tell me
Are you okay, sincerely?

Gossip gets a bad rap
But as you tapped out

It’s really about
How we survive

The sharks
In the water.

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It’s a sin to question
the reason or ask why

Knowledge is sacred
In any hands but a woman’s.

The less than worth life
Only value as a wife.

When a man hears the poor
will always be among you

He accepts it, whereas I
took it as a challenge.

I’ll take care of you, but first
Would you like a bite of apple?

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