Poetry Blogs (womens rights)

The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you

She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after

She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...

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Here comes my ship,

She roared blissfully,

Steaming in on a golden sea,

But wait they pray, be what may, 

Girls don't board ships and it should stay that way

Here comes my ship,

She danced with glee,

Sailing in on a pale blue sea,

Stop! They spray, don't go that way!

Good girls should stay, darling what will your parents say?

Here comes my ship,

She clapp...

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You spit "Nay"

in our "Ayes"

to express

your oppress-

sive nature.

Nothing new-

old tea brewed;

spring cleaning-

first inning.

Soul-less laws

abolish

human rights,

to sell slaves.

Bordered walls

paved with blood-

stained bodies,

buried below.

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I am not free

but tense and unwavering

I am not heard

but roused and spoken for

I am not seen

but misguided and reassured 

I am not understood 

but manipulated and suppressed

I am not felt 

but raped and ashamed

I am not yours

but degraded and sold

I am not inanimate 

but painted and wound up

I am not free, how could I ev...

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For ages
Saddled with
Domestic chores
Confined in doors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.

Things taking
A positive turn,
When people about
Women's potential
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
And expertise,
An outshining
Women farmers
We have begun...

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‘It’s my skin,’ she said,

But he still shook his head.

Did she not understand

The risk entailed? Once the

Fine pale surface was broken,

There was no going back.

The permanency of a foreign body

Worming its way beneath

Her flesh - this he could not 

Permit. For her own good.

Though he paid no heed

To the multicoloured rings

And patterns that each faded

Fr...

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Here we ask is the media and the cosmetics industry as oppressive to women as the Islamic burqua?

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