Perceptions

Ramblings of a raging mind. Sarcastic self reflections.

I was marked female - 

frowned upon by the world at large,

and I unknowingly smiled, 

unaware of the weights 

soon to be borne.

I was deemed unworthy - 

my existence and intelligence 

a mere question mark, 

shunned, bent; molded 

into the society's perceptions.

I was made human - 

on paper, but a doll, a pretty face, 

powdered and puffed, a child bearer; 

I drink myself insane, seemingly 

oblivious to the perilous tides.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and powerful words and thoughts shared.
"I was made human -
on paper, but a doll, a pretty face,
powdered and puffed, a child bearer;
I drink myself insane, seemingly
oblivious to the perilous tides."
The world is a hard teacher. We must be harder than the world my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Dr. YumnaKay]

One can always keep trying, I guess.
Thank you so much for your thoughts here, John. Appreciated, always.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome my friend.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is so beautiful. It tosses and turns between deep, philosophical questioning of the world at large, feminism, self doubt, sadness ... it is truly magical

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Feminism is what I aimed for while writing this so I'm glad it conveys this way. Thank you so much for your lovely words here, Lyn.

[ms. barrie]

stellar portrayal of how society, “friends” enjoy sticking labels upon
others in order to fit into their impossible ideals.

your phraseology and imagery (personally for me);
reminds me of the late poetess anne sexton...

thank you for the read ~ barrie

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Anne Sexton - that's such a humbling comparison. Thank you so much for your lovely review and appreciating, ms. barrie :)

[ms. barrie]

my pleasure, Dr. YumnaKay :)

[An owl on the moon]

I sense the movement of your tones in these letters of your soul. This music seems so deeply personal, revealing the transparency of your heart. And yet it speaks to the circumstances and sighs of so many in this world. Aching in what you must have felt, what you still might feel, how society has tried to force you into a mold that does not fit the shape of you. Knowing you in the small way I do, I am truly thankful that you are finding ways to rise above the world, to stand up to structures and forced frames to let us all see the freedom of Life. Even in the struggle, you rise, and you inspire us to rise with you. To be. Just to be.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I wish I did find ways to get above/through all that. Sadly, sometimes you gotta make the choice to give up and let yourself be molded...
Thank you so much for your empathetic words, Craig. Appreciated.

[An owl on the moon]

It's true. Painfully true. But if I know you, and maybe I know just a thread of you, you will rise above the clattering voices and the weights of the world, and you'll show us how it's done. I'm counting on that.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! incredible turn in your closing..the desperation and anger ...drowned in the bottle :( and oblivious ..wow! i think this is such an important issue that continues even tho we are trying to change the pigeon holing of genders .. it, for me, always comes down to one heart at a time ... to change .. to appreciate .. to accept and love as we all want and need ourselves ..the brevety of your poem amplifies its jpower ..and it does take my breath away in its tragedy :(((
E.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I think it's going to be an issue throughout however much we become modernized...
Thank you so much for your insight and for appreciating, Einstein. Always nice to have you reviewing my pieces (: