The fourth theme was supposed to be 'Childhood Memories', but after two days, it's become clear that's some form of kryptonite to me. Instead of abandoning the challenge, I decided to finish up the war on women poem from the other day. It's still really rough (Rhyme scheme? We don't need no stinking rhyme scheme. =P ) but I'm tired of messing with it, so it'll do for now.
We have always been at war.
When they bombed our clinics,
when they jumped us in the clubs and in the street,
when they mocked our aging faces,
when they treated us like meat.
We have always been at war.
To the army of the bro before the ho,
how can there be peace in any mind,
when you divide with intention to conquer?
Turning bodies into battlegrounds, both enemy and prize.
No more sanctions, no more spies are welcome here.
My inner spaces were not made for you to colonize.
Nor will I accept the myths of beauty and gender, the lies
that terrorize my nation from within, that make us hate
and fight each other for the favour of the men.
I am excommunicating all the hatred.
It is not welcome in this skin.
Daughter of the frontlines, sister jaded by the fight,
the cult of oppression is fearsome,
but the Amazon spirit survives.
This motherland will rise one day.
In freedom, equality and pride,
the motherland will thrive.
To all my scattered sisters, it is time - unite again.
The armies of division are coming, declaring our freedom a sin.
Girl, you are a gladiator. Do not let the emperor win.
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This. This is my favourite (my favourite poem ever? I mean, I don't read poetry, but, omgilovethis). There's something about the precision of language that really catches at me, and the tone is just... I don't even know how to tell you that I like it, or even really why - I just do.
ReplyDeleteTake my compliment goddamnit. :llama: