Poems abt Women

[SeeKer]

Ok I just wanted to start a thread where we can share poems that speak of women and their struggles/failings/accomplishments. Feel free to post video and/or words.

 

[SeeKer]

For Woman, in her weakness,

is yet the strongest force upon the earth.

She is the helm of all things human;

she comes in many shapes and knocks at many doors;

she is quick and patient,

and her passion is not ungovernable like that of man,

but as a gentle steed that she can guide e'en where she will,

and as occasion offers can now bit up and now give rein.

She has a captain's eye,

and stout must be that fortress of the heart in which she finds no place of vantage.

 

Does thy blood beat fast in youth?

She will outrun it,

nor will her kisses tire.

Art thou set toward ambition?

She will unlock thy inner heart,

and show thee roads that lead to glory.

Art thou worn and weary?

She has comfort in her breast.

Art thou fallen?

She can lift thee up, and to the illusion of thy sense gild defeat with triumph.

 

Ay,she can do these things,

for Nature ever fights upon her side;

and while she does them she can deceive and shape a secret end in which thou hast no part.

And thus Woman rules the world.

 

For her are wars;

for her men spend their strength in gathering gains;

for her they do well and ill,

and seek for greatness, to find oblivion.

But still she sits like yonder Sphinx, and smiles;

and no man has ever read all the riddle of her smile,

or known all the mystery of her heart.

 

Mock not! mock not!

for he must be great indeed who can defy the power of Woman,

which, pressing round him like the invisible air, is often strongest when the senses least discover it

 

**quote from Cleopatra a novel by H. Rider Haggard**

[SeeKer]

I've got the children to tend

The clothes to mend

The floor to mop

The food to shop

Then the chicken to fry

The baby to dry

I got company to feed

The garden to weed

I've got shirts to press

The tots to dress

The can to be cut

I gotta clean up this hut

Then see about the sick

And the cotton to pick.

 

Shine on me, sunshine

Rain on me, rain

Fall softly, dewdrops

And cool my brow again.

 

Storm, blow me from here

With your fiercest wind

Let me float across the sky

'Til I can rest again.

 

Fall gently, snowflakes

Cover me with white

Cold icy kisses and

Let me rest tonight.

 

Sun, rain, curving sky

Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone

Star shine, moon glow

You're all that I can call my own.

 

**Woman's work by Maya Angelou**

[SeeKer]

I love My Woman- Dr Huxtable's Theo aka M. Jamal Werner

[Blessed]

Niceeeeeee!

 

I love Def Poetry.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVkylZEgsY8 Suhair Hammad - Not your exotic, Not your erotic.

[Blessed]

Tahani Salah 'Hate' Powerful one for palestinian sisters..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcT3V-U3RUg&feature=related

[SeeKer]

^ Touching poem by Tahani. It made me teary.

 

Traffic Me by N.L

 

He squeezes her flesh - testing

Like a woman picking melons,

Off a stand in farmers' market

Grunts,

Moves to the next one in line,

Then, drawn to her glistening skin -

the antonym to his colourless self -

He goes back.

 

She comes from an exotic land,

He can tell,

Far, far away.

 

He cares not if she came by boat

Or plane

If she speaks his language

Or not

All he cares for

Is the escape she will offer him

For 60 seconds or so

The way, without speaking,

She will make him feel like a man,

Powerful - like one who owns something, someone

 

So, he hands over currency

To the man who owns her

And buys the right

To

bite into her pillowy breasts,

squeeze her black generous butt

taste her salty tears

and plunge into her earthy softness

Over and over and over

[SeeKer]

by Furious Styles. Lol his name really does mirror him and how he delivers this poem which rings true on so many levels!

[SeeKer]

Children of a Lesser God by Deb Young. She talks of a how an uncle rapes a girl and how she is confused. Touching delivery in her Jamaican accent she makes you want to hug her and protect her.

[SeeKer]

POW by Alicia Keys

 

I'm a prisoner

Of words unsaid

Just lonely feelings

Locked away in my head

 

I trap myself further

Every time I stay.....quiet

I should start to speak

But I stop and stay silent

And now I've made

My own hard bed

Inside this prison of words unsaid

P.O.W. thats what I am

 

Not a prisoner of war

A prisoner of words

Mostly I only say

What you wanna hear

Could you take it if I came clear?

Or would you rather see me **sniff sniff*

Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise

M.I.A.

 

I guess that's what I am

Scraping this cold earth

For a piece of myself

For peace in myself

It'd be easier if you just put me in jail

If you locked me away

I'd have someone to blame

But these bars of steel are of my making

They surround my mind

And have me shaking

My hands are cuffed behind my back

I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact

I'm a prisoner of compromise

 

A prisoner of compassion

A prisoner of kindness

A prisoner of expectation

A prisoner of my youth

 

Run too fast to be old

I've forgotten what I was told

Ain't I a sight to behold?

A prisoner of age dying to be young

To my head is my hand with a gun

And it's cold and it's hard

Cause there's nowhere to run

When you've caged yourself

By holding your tongue

 

 

I'm a prisoner

Of words unsaid

Just lonely feelings

Locked away in my head

It's like solitary confinement

Every time I stay quiet

I should start to speak

But I stop and stay silent

And now I've made

My own hard bed

Inside this prison of words unsaid

 

Her performance on Def Poetry

[SeeKer]

Out of money looking for a snack

Then I see little Debbie's face on a pack

Smiling enticing me inviting me to have a taste

With haste I race to the destruction of my waist

 

As the sugar sets in so does the disgust I feel

Wishing I had the power of will or hoping someone

Would kill this gluttonous

Monster which rules my eyes

Which is bigger than my stomach so we fill

my belly

with pies and cakes

by-products additives and other shit

It's hard for me to quit sweets are a quick hit

 

My diet includes fried everything all kinds of pork

People asking if I've been visited by the stork

See it's looked at as a sin to be fat without children

or a medical condition

So it leaves a girl fishing for an excuse to stop

the abuse

 

I endure everyday in every way through ridicule and personal shame

Unwanted attention and fame from the group of young

men who holler "Big Drawers"

as I pass by I start to cry the wind dries my eye

But nothing can heal this scar left on my esteem

Praying this ordeal is a dream or better yet

a nightmare

For it's too hard to bare this constant scare as

my reality.

 

A complete disregard for humanity

Not seen as humane more like insane or having no

self control

She can't even pass up a jelly roll

Not seen as beautiful. Look at the folds and gut the cellulite thighs and out of shape butt

Not seen as strong ,She can't go long. She'll be

down before the end of the song.

 

My personal demons are hard by themselves

Comparisons to pigs, elephants, and whales

You might look at me and see lazy and weak giving

no second thought that before you, an angel may speak

 

You can't see the beauty besides the pretty face

You don't see the warmth of my heart

which provides a safe place or home where not only love grows for myself and others who light has not been shown

See I realize that I am more than a body

I have a spirited mind which the divine knowledge told me its about time for me to love who I am

 

Those devils who try to steal my joy

I'm conquering my souls like Helen of Troy

and with this same spirit I will make the world hear it.

 

Love who you are

Be the best that you can be and your spirit will soar

The world will see your strength, your beauty and your heart.

The ignorance of others won't pierce like a dart

Let those who worship aesthetics lead a pathetic life

no substance, no feelings, self afflicted strife!

 

It they can't see the beauty of my soul

I know I am beautiful in the eyes that God beholds

 

Now see I know at times I may get knocked down or even doubt my ability

But I'll look in the mirror and say I'm wonderful

With humility

Now we're supposed to respect everyone with

Different choices beliefs and hues

But who gives a damn about a fat girl's blues?

 

Full Figure Potential-Georgia Me

[SeeKer]

Painted me-Elisa M. Norris

 

i touch my skin

obsessed with imperfection

 

painted lips

extending lines on coal eyes

that make my look like i've lived a

summer in tuscany

 

plucked eyebrows

half moons

that pay no mind to the cycle

straw eyelashes heavy with mascara

 

i am a clown

 

no barbie dolls for ken to love

barbie never looked like me

brown plastic instead of peach

 

still blonde

still blue

still barbie

 

the toxins have made me ill

permeating my skin

staining my soul

 

my eyes feast on the image in the mirror

spiced with c7 mac foundation

c-thru lip glass

chestnut lip liner

 

look at the clown, ladies & gentleman

spotlight in the ring

 

look at me

[Cara.]

^Are all poems about women so depressing? :eek:

 

[Blessed]

^ I find most of Maya Angelou's poems are positive, she's all about promoting confidence. I love this..

 

Phenomenal Woman

 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

 

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

Maya Angelou

 

 

 

Seeker, you've got me hooked and poetry again, thanks.

[BOB]

Okeeeey.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.