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I read an essay about women in the workplace by Virginia Woolfe earlier, and I wrote a poem about it:
I stare at a blank page Imagination fills the blank void of my mind Imagination, without which, I would be nothing An empty shell.
Nothing clouds my vision Nothing stops my imagination No thoughts are polluted with the question of how men would react: βIs it too extreme?β My thought processes are not stunted by the mark of patriarchal control, By the view of what a woman should think
I have no Angel in the House No voice in the back of my mind Telling me to be gentle, pure, soft Telling me not to ever let anyone guess that I have a mind of my own, My thoughts, my writing, is raw, uncensored emotion. For I do not care what others think of my thoughts, Only what they think of my writing.
And I thank my predecessors, as she thanked hers, Hers allowed her to kill her Angel, Mine made it so my Angel was never brought into existence. Hers allowed her to understand and challenge the patriarchy That went as far as to pollute her thoughts, Her thought of what a woman should think, Dictated by men. But mine have made it so that I do not have to. I have no underlying prejudices, No thoughts of what a woman should think Nothing that I think is censored, no thoughts shock me As they did her.
And I pity all the women in the world Where this is coming back, Where freedom is becoming more constricted, The patriarchy more blindly accepted. I just hope that they, like her, can kill their Angels, Can recognise and challenge the difficulties that they face, And can learn to write with no regard for what a man would think, What would seem scandalous.
Even if I face criticism, I do not care Criticism should be criticism for quality of writing, not content, After all, in the words of Oscar Wilde,
βThere is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are either well written, or badly written. That is all.β
Corn
Your headstone was completed
a week ago
in a week corn grew large
between the rocks that cover you
plucking it
I wondered are you in here?
Did a small part of your atoms
turn into corn
that I was holding
dad are you corn
that im now throwing in the trash
Obsessive and compulsive
monday tuesday wednesday
repeating of the days
will make me safe
monday tuesday wednesday
am i certain
i wont die
today, tomorrow and the day after
tuesday wednesday thursday
the horror the terror the unease
tuesday wednesday thursday
what was i reading again
tuesday wednesday thursday
something that wont be enough
to shut it off
and again and again and again
the day after day after day
monday tuesday wednesday
without even knowing
what the actual day is today
Mom
I used to wonder
when will you end your life
every time you took too long to answer the phone
my blood would turn cold
there was never a sense of certainty you would stay
just a never ending fear
one evening you just wouldnβt return
over and over I imagined the call
of the funeral parlor saying your name
why did you make me believe
you wouldnβt want anything more then to leave
why did I make you believe
the same

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????
why is this weed making me feel like im in a cubist painting
The funeral
seeing my last name on a cross,
although it was him getting buried,
the three of us quietly standing by,
throwing a bit of dirt in the grave
I imagined myself in there,
my mother wailing in pain,
he was dead
and thats about it.

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Childhood suicide
after a handful of pills,
after absolute utmost certainty,
after a black hole finally imploded,
its quite impossible to forget
my body begging for life,
my soul screaming in terror,
my mind thinking that actually
after all
it was never my choice to make
trapped on a carnival of horror
spinning until absolute randomness
comes for me too
Do I have panic attacks?
My soul is drenched in sweat and coldness of my hands
makes me uncomfortable
my feet going numb
my teeth aching
a filler of weed and cigarettes on my tongue
a throbbing in my chest and twitching of my eyelid
dry stabbed throat
and a mind lost in the void
due to its inability to look away
daily trauma
throwing the trash out
within the small concrete walls
keeping the trashcans in place
in the very corner
a stray dog sits
I wonder if I can take
any more decades of this
Still life

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