WomenA Poem by Ivy
We are the bookworms nestled firmly in our fruit
unshaken by the raging dance around us. rubber and pavement melt together in irrelevancy while we conquer vast kingdoms and save our princes in distress. We are the sunkissed warriors of childhood's sloppy seconds knotted and bleeding from our hair to our knees our ankles lapped by the seas churning with fairytale magic which must eventually wash ashore. We are the bleeding fruit of the future generations in the shaking palms of our hands on the brink of power waiting to be stolen by the boys who once feared us and politicians who fear our goddess-given control of ourselves. We are the ancients and the forevers throwing beauty to the wind infecting everything when his back is turned infecting him to his face. our actions are eternal and contained by no one. We are the hurricane to top the list. © 2011 Ivy |
Stats
117 Views
Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 23, 2011 AuthorIvyCAAboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..Writing
|