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The Feminist

The Feminist

A Poem by Laz K.

Should you ever wonder why she

Marches in the street and shouts,

Fist in the air, beating her brow,

Know that she was born to a

Mother whose mother was

Taken and carried away like

A sack of potatoes, game meat,

A tightly bound bouquet of

Wildflowers or fragrant herbs

Picked from the forest floor 

So that she might make 

A balm for sick men, and their

Depraved souls’ aches and pains.  

Justice is blind today, but her eyes

Will be wide open tomorrow, and

God help those caught in her glare.

If you knew, you would not dare

Take fruit forbidden, ravage Eden

To sweeten your bitter palate.

Let us tend to our garden hand in hand,

Lest we turn Paradise into a

Barren, desolate wasteland.

© 2025 Laz K.


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Laz K,
I will go to my grave wondering why it is, all over the world, that our species has chosen to oppress half our number for all our history. Had it been otherwise, in a civilization of equality, we'd have bee on Mars a thousand years ago, or more, and needed at least twice the space for museums of fine art...
Vol

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Any female either having family members who have been subjected to the cruel abuse described in your poem or knowledge of the terrible suffering of women anywhere would without doubt consider marching. My granddaughter and one of my grandsons marched to Parliament Square last Saturday with thousands of others in support of women world wide and at home who are abused daily. They had their photograph taken in front of the statue of Millicent Garrett Fawcett ( a distant relative) a suffragette who fought for the right for women to vote in the UK. We are all feminists in our household. Your poem was hard hitting and makes me feel angry that women in this day and age continue to be treated despicably. Thank you Laz for doing your bit to raise awareness.

Chris

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


'Let us tend to our garden hand in hand,
Lest we turn Paradise into a
Barren, desolate wasteland.

The above says it all: without women the world as should would become emptier than empty; a pitch black void. Your previous words tell history and how it abused the female mentally and physically until , like the honey bee, it might have been death to Earth's existence. Long live the raised fists, the right to be seen and heard, plus that extra letter of the word HE(R)!

PS
'.. but her eyes
Will be wide open tomorrow, and
God help those caught in her glare.'

laughing - surely not!

Posted 1 Month Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's like the last inequality that they say they'll fix, but for ever right women get, they take another from them with the other hand.
I mean, I am a guy (last time I checked) and we all came from women, yet they don't even have the right to do as they please with their bodies. Why is that even a thing, where old guys in suits say women can and can't do what we say and we have the cheek to say other countries treat women worse, which is abit like saying "See m'dear. You'd have it worse if you were born there instead of here!
How on earth can that be a justification to treat half the planet worse than the half with dangly bits?
Yet we still wany them to want us??? and ?
One day we will wake up in cages and feel like that first human on planet of the apes... and we'll deserve it too!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Laz K.

1 Month Ago

thank you, Lorry, for reading and commenting. I was watching a movie - a modern day, "fun and exciti.. read more

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Added on January 22, 2025
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