Poems About Feminism Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about feminism seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Look What Cha Do To Me Baby
#erotic
#gothic
#feminism
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
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I was Cursed...
..and
I woke up as a woman
so I thought
was I cursed or blessed?
I walked out with the thought
everything comes easy
for a woman...
I could see the eye gazes
dropping from my eye level
every time I spoke to a man
I tried to pull the
blouse up
I sensed them following me
I couldn't look back
I didn't understand the fear
so I walked fast.
I felt a hand on my waist
rubbing down
I couldn't move as I was
trying to stand steady
on the bus
I...
I woke up as a woman
so I thought
was I cursed or blessed?
I walked out with the thought
everything comes easy
for a woman...
I could see the eye gazes
dropping from my eye level
every time I spoke to a man
I tried to pull the
blouse up
I sensed them following me
I couldn't look back
I didn't understand the fear
so I walked fast.
I felt a hand on my waist
rubbing down
I couldn't move as I was
trying to stand steady
on the bus
I...
#women
#abuse
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#feminism
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Thank U For This Luv
#men
#gothic
#UnrequitedLove
#feminism
#witches
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To guys who don’t read girls
I guess I’d question why
you even read at all,
if not to know people and life
much deeper than you know it now,
and feel the flavour of the fate
that’s also feminine.
It is, I suppose, an opposing pose.
Do you even read men?
Or just gaze glassily at Faulkner
and think about 10-dollar words?
(But only in a Starbucks, of course.)
And if what know about girls is just
whatever you’ve gleaned from de Sade,
and even that dead libertine reflected on
by dust in sunlight more than eyes,
I have to ask:...
you even read at all,
if not to know people and life
much deeper than you know it now,
and feel the flavour of the fate
that’s also feminine.
It is, I suppose, an opposing pose.
Do you even read men?
Or just gaze glassily at Faulkner
and think about 10-dollar words?
(But only in a Starbucks, of course.)
And if what know about girls is just
whatever you’ve gleaned from de Sade,
and even that dead libertine reflected on
by dust in sunlight more than eyes,
I have to ask:...
#men
#books
#feminism #masculinity
#feminism #masculinity
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A Gay Female Ah Speaks
#dark
#gothic
#feminism
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
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Dancer in Flames
She is a witch, of course. No girl of Autocratic Faith
could spark a light with just her feet, and stamp so hard
on treading-boards that little bones in ankles break
and fire singes thighs, yet all is healed by Monday morn
and no impression left behind to make a theatre owner red.
She is as dead in Father’s eyes as living on His earth.
And so she turns and turning burns again; a mock
of bridal gowns adorns the statuesque supports.
(These are the rich man’s peasant thoughts.)
She’s billed as “Ann, the Daughter of the Son of Thorns,
&...
could spark a light with just her feet, and stamp so hard
on treading-boards that little bones in ankles break
and fire singes thighs, yet all is healed by Monday morn
and no impression left behind to make a theatre owner red.
She is as dead in Father’s eyes as living on His earth.
And so she turns and turning burns again; a mock
of bridal gowns adorns the statuesque supports.
(These are the rich man’s peasant thoughts.)
She’s billed as “Ann, the Daughter of the Son of Thorns,
&...
#feminism
#historical
#dance #witches
#dance #witches
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A Backwards View
(on micro-aggressions)
It’s odd to reflect in hindsight on
the little hatreds that emerge
in little words and reassurances.
The Australian teacher who told me
that I should be grateful to be called
a pervert, since wouldn’t gays be happier
if they identified themselves as such?
The same woman who’d say
that certain stereotypes have weight.
(‘In corpses, dear, perhaps’
would be the ungracious reply.)
Who said that Jews
were sometimes greedy Jews,
claiming dental care as charity relief
and then...
It’s odd to reflect in hindsight on
the little hatreds that emerge
in little words and reassurances.
The Australian teacher who told me
that I should be grateful to be called
a pervert, since wouldn’t gays be happier
if they identified themselves as such?
The same woman who’d say
that certain stereotypes have weight.
(‘In corpses, dear, perhaps’
would be the ungracious reply.)
Who said that Jews
were sometimes greedy Jews,
claiming dental care as charity relief
and then...
#hate
#gay
#racism #feminism
#racism #feminism
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Is she a slut?
#sex
#erotic
#funny #feminism
#funny #feminism
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Woman, Read Your Books
[Conduct books] represented a specific configuration of sexual features as those of the only appropriate woman for men at all levels of society to want as a wife." - Nancy Armstrong
The parlour image of a woman so reclined -
her legs outstretched beneath her black bustle,
a mockery of strenuous movement,
as if to say "she doesn't move, really,
but let's pretend she might" -
has haunted period pieces.
The great bin bag of history
is almost bursting with such books,
which represent figures of girls and young women.
Who act always...
The parlour image of a woman so reclined -
her legs outstretched beneath her black bustle,
a mockery of strenuous movement,
as if to say "she doesn't move, really,
but let's pretend she might" -
has haunted period pieces.
The great bin bag of history
is almost bursting with such books,
which represent figures of girls and young women.
Who act always...
#LGBT
#books
#art #feminism
#art #feminism
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My Grandmother’s Bureau
Old people’s homes, in my experience,
always seem to have a large bureau.
A cabinet on four legs
like a possessed piece of furniture
in a Disney cartoon, perhaps which once
had been an old French butler, called Renee.
My grandmother’s featured rows of ornaments,
little china houses and Dutch children drawing
their water from wells. There was also a section
for alcoholic drinks, a cabinet whose door
could hang from chains like a drawbridge and
so serve as a bartender’s mixing station.
Such items must have seemed so chic in...
always seem to have a large bureau.
A cabinet on four legs
like a possessed piece of furniture
in a Disney cartoon, perhaps which once
had been an old French butler, called Renee.
My grandmother’s featured rows of ornaments,
little china houses and Dutch children drawing
their water from wells. There was also a section
for alcoholic drinks, a cabinet whose door
could hang from chains like a drawbridge and
so serve as a bartender’s mixing station.
Such items must have seemed so chic in...
#family
#home
#feminism #historical
#feminism #historical
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A Feminine Revenge
For I am the female animus
of God, swept down from a blue,
Arcadian sky to quell the raging hordes
of heathen men - in whose
shadows I’ve dwelt since birth -
one shattered corpse and role at a time.
of God, swept down from a blue,
Arcadian sky to quell the raging hordes
of heathen men - in whose
shadows I’ve dwelt since birth -
one shattered corpse and role at a time.
#women
#men
#religion #feminism
#religion #feminism
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Midnight Luv
#women
#lesbian
#gay
#feminism
#ForbiddenLove
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DU Poetry : Poems About Feminism Seeking Honest Critique