"winglessness" poems
I
Am not afraid of dying
As you are
I am not
Afraid of dying
With the dread
that you are
I am
Not afraid of dying
on the same level
I'll tell you the story
Sometime
When you stop with the winglessness
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
You cut her wings
And there she fell
Condemned to hell
The pain inflamed
She cursed your name
Cause your love was to blame
She cooked and cleaned
She sexed like a slave
She disciplined the children
Till they were well behaved
And all the while
The feathers fell
Withered roots
That once held her aloft
Were sheared completely off
She did your laundry
Took your abuse
She left her dreams behind
While you chased yours
You bled her of her spirit
Cracked the open wounds
And left the poison in it
Till she came to believe
That she never ever even had wings
Then she passed her winglessness on
To her daughters
And her granddaughters
Now generations of wingless women
Have barely even began
To find their feathers
Look up and try to fly again
Thanks to the wicked ways
Of you so called modern men
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC