"chauvinists" poems
When I look within my arms, there’s nobody there.
No head on this shoulder, it doesn’t seem fair
for the chauvinists and players to always have a girl.
While the nice guy sits alone, the only pearl
in an ocean of sharks and poison, waiting
for the unsuspecting to bite on this strange thing
called love, shared between those too drunk
to drive, but still steering their lives into the abyss
where there are no pearls and no lifelines to save them.
But still they plunge deeper, fated to do it again.
Only time will expose the light of day
and they will blink their eyes and say,
what was I thinking? What was the point?
and finally they realize what they really want.
But all that’s left are the sharks with their egos to flaunt.
So they pick one and get used to the bitter ocean.
They keep up this lie in order to go on.
And then when the tide finally rolls in,
they can’t swallow their pride anymore
so they choke on reality and swim to shore.
But there is no pearl necklace to hide their past-
no amount of make-up to hide their last
affair. Its mark will always mar that perfect face.
And when they’re finally ready to find a pearl in this dangerous place
he’s been snatched up, made his own mistakes,
gone places impure, and hard to erase.
So these crimes of adolescence can withstand the waves
and wear away at the innocence sending us closer to our graves
Stealing away the weak and repeating the cycle.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 8:18 AM UTC
embryos abandoned by narrow-minded chauvinists
became creations that were left to the vagaries of women
hallowed feminists with their Ankara bags
perfumed head-ties with glittering beads
the sounds of their colliding bangles filled the space
they had no invitation to the platform
but their ways had won a people’s heart
protectors of knowledge
intellectual midwives
the people of the Village of Faces
salute you!
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
*I am a **** good woman.*
I may not be perfect, but I am. Does that confuse you? I love the way my smile shines when I see my reflection, chip and all. I enjoy feeling my hair blow with wind, or wet upon my back. I can stand **** for hours, gazing at every curve, or lack there of, that has graced my silhouette with its presence over the past 19 years and 7 months. Content.
I am not curvaceous nor too thin. I stand before myself. Just a body that did not ask for it's formation when it was sent from heaven, still holding hips that will bear children, breast that will feed villages, hands to uplift the child.
*I am a **** good woman.*
I come from a womb of the strongest woman I know. I bleed blood from her veins, bared skin that she's given me. I am molded from great women. Their features arrange themselves on my face, their vocabulary runs rapid across my tongue, memories madly through my mind.
*I am a **** good woman*
I have loved fiercely with compassion. It is without vanity I have compromised myself to love.
*I am a **** good woman.*
How dare you think I am not enough?
I came from your rib! I am a part of you.
I have walked miles for mankind, cried for those before us, hurt from wounds you thought were long healed.
Still, I rise.
Impatient to be loved by a man worthy of my greatness.
A man worthy of the long walks of lonesome, sight seeing of chauvinists and fools gold we mistook as lovers.
However
With or without man I am woman.
A **** good one at that.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Looking into you're eyes
Is like squinting into the sun
As I rip out the pages
To my most truthful memoir
So I never really existed at all
And now I sit
Replacing the pages
With memories
Yet to come
And never to come
Until we are all left
Confused and belittled
Surrounded by the philistine artists
Who have become
Chauvinists to real talent
Tightening nooses
Around our feeble throats
So we don't leave as they planned
Blinded
We still manage to see
More than the others do
Not as a result of our superior vision
As a result of their ignorance
This rogue world
Has commenced
It's crumbling
Like the memoir I fabricated
Instead now burning to become ashes
To be lost
To one day be found
But never recognized
For how could one ever
Recognize ashes
To be a commemoration
Of the forgotten truths
We think about using
The last bit of intelligence
They haven't taken from us
Along with our passionate indignation
At a futile attempt
To kick out the chairs
Still supporting us
From underneath
For then the war would be over
But not won
And we see
A cease fire is not in question
But the sky is still blue
So ask yourself this
What is it we are fighting for?
Sanity?
Because that is still
In our possession
But that is what they want us to believe
So look at that blue sky
As your eyes burn from the sun
And remember
How very complex
Your existence has become
I wonder
If we can ever call this
An existence anymore.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
chug coffee like a caffeinated punch to your nervous system,
music too loud to sleep.
smash the cement and level the buildings,
boots too heavy to hit the ground lightly.
silence chauvinists with your middle finger,
anger too tangible to be ignored.
drop out, drop bombs, wear red lipstick,
moments too few to waste.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
He intrigues me enough that I answer steadily and instantly, even though he'll take another eternity to give me another sentence. Even though I know Blasian wouldn't approve, that he's done so much more in 2 months than he's done in years.
But his baby face always softens me. Knowing when I've reached my wits end, he brings in new tactics to bring me back in. Always results in me laughing hysterically like a silly freshman, but deep inside I want to be the strong woman I aspire to be.
He told his aunt I was real, that I always kept it 100.
Just when I thought I was going unnoticed, I was the girl he always bragged to his family about. Showing how beautiful Yanni's niece, Fe's baby, Mani's little sister has become. Connected. You'd think it would work out. Unfortunately, like most chauvinists, it is difficult to realize a good woman until someone else realizes it too.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Women are like
Sea of Love,Care and kindness.
doesn't matter she is mother,
sister,wife or friend you will find her
caring and loveable always//
They do care for you they do forgive you for all your mistakes and wrong.
deeds
but still some vultures see them as inferior to men and think themselves.
as chauvinists //
Its been seen in History and stories
whenever women are dishonored
civilisation comes to an end
still we are yet to learn any moral out
of those incidents //
Dont take their Kindness as their
powerlessness
dont think their care as weakness dont misunderstand their love as their support seeking,dont treat them as your inferior because in some way every woman is sea of love,care and
prowess that
doesn't make them feeble rather superior to you and me anydays//
It is shame to us all that still some of us think they are not capable as men,
they are not equal
to our sons and boys //
Maybe the reality is far from our patriarchal thinking and mindset because
at every point of life they are much superior to us and any men as
along with the routine struggles in life like men, she faces many vultures and morons
each and every moment//
we don't tolerate the pain that as a girl or woman she tolerates every day
which really makes them
atleast your equal
if not superior
every woman deserves to be told
You are beautiful //
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC