Poems abt Women

[SeeKer]

^Why don't you join in the female fest BOB, I know you have a few poems of your own abt women. You will be the only rooster in the coop

 

Cara, I know.......I was wondering that when I posted some but I will try to look for happy ones or at least funny.

 

Blessed* its my pleasure. Sometimes what we seek has already been discovered by someone else

[SeeKer]

Beautiful woman- Fion Lim

 

Beautiful woman,

come out and play,

reveal your inner treasures.

 

The sparkle in your eyes,

the natural swing in your walk,

you radiate excitement and enthusiasm.

 

You need no latest fashion,

No expensive hair cuts,

No blinding big accessories.

 

You glow in your passions,

passionate in your pursuits,

you know what you are made of.

 

You are not easily bothered,

by the mindless opinions of others,

you know very well where you want to go.

 

you are a joy to watch,

an inspiration to others,

your pure soul an endless marvel.

 

Beautiful woman,

let your brilliance shine through,

your eyes speak of true inner beauty.

[SeeKer]

I always wanted to give birth

Do that incredible natural thing

That women do-I nearly broke down

When I heard we couldn't

And then my man said to me

Well there's always adoption

(we didn't have test tubes and the rest

then) and well even in the early sixties there was something

Scandalous about adopting

Telling the world your secret failure

Bringing up an alien child

Who knew what it would turn out to be?

 

But I wanted a baby badly

Didn't need to come from my womb

Or his seed for me to love it

And I had sisters who looked just like me

Didn't need carbon copy features

Blueprints for generations

It was my baby a baby a baby I wanted

 

So I watched my child grow

Always the first to hear her in the night

All this umbilical knot business is

Nonsense-the men can afford deeper sleeps

That's all. I listened to hear her talk

And when she did I heard my voice under hers

And now some of her mannerisms

Crack me up

 

All them stories could have really had me

Believing unless you are breast fed

You'll never be close and the rest

My daughter's warmth spills over me

Leaves a gap

When she's gone

I think of her mother. She remembers how I read her

All those newspaper and magazine

Cuttings about adoption

She says her head's an encyclopedia

Of sob stories: the ones that were never

Told and committed suicide on their wedding nights

 

I always believed in the telling anyhow

You can't keep something like that secret

I wanted her to think of her other mother

Out there thinking that child I had will be

Eight today nine today all the way up to

God knows when. I told my daughter;

I bet your mother's never missed your birthday

How could she

 

Now when people say ah but

It's not like having your own child though is it

I say of course it is what else is it

She's my child I have brought her up

Told her stories wept at losses

Laughed at her pleasures she is mine.

 

Yes. Well maybe that is why I don't

Like all this talk about her being black

I brought her up as my own

As I would any other child

Colour matters to the nuttters

But she says my daughter says

It matters to her.

 

I suppose there would have been things

I couldn't have understood with any child

We knew she was coloured

They told us they had no babies at first

And I chanced to say it didn't matter

What colour it was and then they

Said oh well are you sure in that case

We have a baby for you

To think she wasn't even thought of as a baby!

My baby my baby.

 

Mother poem by Jackie Kay

[SeeKer]

For Hooyo by BOB **One of my fav poems**

 

September 27 is my dark moment I dread to remember

yet your memories bring peace to my disturbed soul

your pretty face is engraved on the concrete walls of my conscience

your words guided me through my journey of adult life

you brought joy to my world and happiness to my universe

I pray for your safe passage every time I bow down to his higher being

your name I sing with pride from the most sacred place in my inner being

your legacy I shall carry to my grave with the grace you instilled in me

your blood flows through my veins with the dignity you taught me

your praise I spread with my tongue you schooled from infancy

your soul I carry within me and your spirit I relive through me

I place you below none but above all for you’re my beloved HOOYO

I owe you my life and your unconditional love I breathe

your memories I hold in the most treasured organ inside of me

your light shines through the darkest nights my eyes ever knew

your message thoroughly massaged my stubborn yet kind mind

I thank you from the depth of my heart for the beautiful name

the world you left behind is overflowing with souls of lame

you empowered me with the vision & the wisdom to tame

I thank you for ISLAM and in the name of Allah I pray

may the creator of our souls be merciful to you & reward you with Jannah

for you deserve more than my life with my heart & soul.

[SeeKer]

I am woman, hear me roar

In numbers too big to ignore

And I know too much to go back an' pretend

'cause I've heard it all before

And I've been down there on the floor

No one's ever gonna keep me down again

 

Oh yes I am wise

But it's wisdom born of pain

Yes, I've paid the price

But look how much I gained

If I have to, I can do anything

I am strong (strong)

I am invincible (invincible)

I am woman

 

You can bend but never break me

'cause it only serves to make me

More determined to achieve my final goal

And I come back even stronger

Not a novice any longer

'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul

 

I am woman watch me grow

See me standing toe to toe

As I spread my lovin' arms across the land

But I'm still an embryo

With a long long way to go

Until I make my brother understand

 

Oh yes I am wise

But it's wisdom born of pain

Yes, I've paid the price

But look how much I gained

If I have to I can face anything

I am strong (strong)

I am invincible (invincible)

I am woman

Oh, I am woman

I am invincible

I am strong

 

by Helen Reddy. This song was adopted by the UN in 1975 to represent the International Year of Woman

[SeeKer]

Final piece for today, I thought I would break the cycle by introducing fictional pieces. This is a piece I wrote for someone a few years back.

 

It had been a year since Mohamed had met Fartun. Their relationship had grown into something beautiful and earthly like a sakura tree. Mohamed had decided to marry this ethereal woman whose eyes hid so much sorrow, whose smile lit a room and whose anger burned whomever it touched. Fartun became his wife a year after the divorce from her estranged husband. Mohamed had legally adopted Kamar and Kay to protect them from their father and to provide them stability. Making our way into the present day lives of Mohamed and Fartun, we walk in on Mohamed staring through a glass door...........

 

 

Mohamed watched Fartun turn her back to the class and write something out on the board. It looked like an antiderivative with limits. Mohamed cringed internally remembering nights spent sweating over calculus in his freshman year at school. He sneaked a peek into the classroom to see the students staring enraptured at their teacher. He knew the feeling. Fartun was tall and beautiful but more than that she had the ability to capture your attention and keep it. Mohamed supposed this was what made her a great teacher. She made the subject interesting at times even managing to convince Mohamed to help grade papers. "Mama........MAMA!" squeaked his son. Mohamed looked down at the full head of hair turned to the doorway. His son was learning to talk and had apparently recognized his mother through the glass pane. Mohamed bent down to scoop Khadar into his arms. His son had inherited the wide set eyes from his mother and was staring at him fixatedly. His pudgy hands touching Mohamed's face affectionately, Khadar soon lost interest in what lay on the other side of the glass door. **Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrring......................Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring**

 

Mohamed stepped away from the door and let the mob make its way to their lockers. Fartun noticed him standing at the door and rushed over smiling broadly. "Hey baby," she cooed. "Hey beautiful," replied Mohamed. "Erm sweety I was talking to Khadar but I guess you are also my baby," teased Fartun as she plucked Khadar from his arms. As she played with her son, she instructed Mohamed in the collection of her papers. All packed up and ready, Mohamed and his family made their way to the parking lot. The crowd has thinned considerably and Fartun was regaling Mohamed with tales of her students. Mohamed opened the car door while listening and proceeded to strap Khadar into the car seat. From the other side of the parking lot angry voices reached them. A split second later Mohamed noticed that Fartun's voice had stopped. He turned to look over his shoulder to see if she was making her way to the passenger seat, but she wasn't anywhere near the car. Instinctively Mohamed turned towards the angry voices which had now risen to crescendo levels. He saw Fartun's back darting in between the cars in a jog. Cursing under his breath Mohamed started undoing the carseat to get Khadar out. He worked fast as a premonition stole over him. **Crack Crack rang the gunshots**

 

Mohamed's heart skipped a beat. He undid the last buckle and grabbed Khadar from the car. Not locking the doors Mohamed ran towards the far end of the parking lot. Mohamed couldn't believe it was taking him this long. He was a runner and for once his legs were not moving as fast as he wanted. As he got closer he saw a ring of people around a fallen body. Heart in his mouth, Mohamed pushed his way through the crowd. "Noooooooooooooo............" the carnal voice he emitted was primal in every sense. Lying in a pool of her own blood was Fartun. She held his gaze as he knelt beside her. "Call an ambulance dammit! Someone please call an ambulance...........give her space. Move! Move! Baby...........Xabibi you are going to be fine. Stay awake baby" Mohamed looked at Fartun trying to figure out where she was shot. He lifted her shirt and saw blood spurting from a hole near the edge of her ribs. Her hands reached out to Khadar as she struggled to breath. Her face had the parlor of death stealing over it. Mohamed pulled her up so she could lay on his lap. Khadar touched his mother's face in a playful manner. He pulled at his mother's nose as Fartun quietly smiled through her tears. She kissed Khadar's hands everytime they ventured past her lips.

 

Mohamed couldn't bear looking at the scene any longer. He turned to ask if the ambulance had come even though he could hear the sirens as they drew near. He placed his hands over the hole to try to stem the flow of blood but he could still hear the gurgle of air escaping through the blood. He closed his eyes and prayed for the first time for someone other than him. He earnestly held his child in one hand as his wife's head lay on his lap. He asked and he pleaded and he bartered with God, hoping against all hope that his prayers would be answered. "Mohamed, its alright," whispered Fartun. Mohamed opened his eyes to see her smiling serenely at him. She extended her hands to him as she beckoned him to come closer. Mohamed shook his head from side to side not ready to hear anything. He was not ready for her to leave. He had just found her. Fartun tried to raise up on her elbow but she fell back. Her eyes had tears yet she looked happy and at peace. It took Mohamed a minute before he realized that Fartun had breathed her last. Grabbing at her torso, Mohamed lay her on the floor. Setting Khadar on the side he started administering CPR. Everytime he breathed into her, the bubbles emerging from the hole increased. Mohamed lost count of how many minutes he kept pumping at her heart. He felt hands grabbing at him and he fought against them. She was not gone. Fartun was not gone. He could still save her. A needle pricked him and slowly the world dimmed to nothing.

[Malika]

"Am an emotional *****!" by Maggie Estep

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBaJFqxEGrs&feature=related

 

 

The contraditions are hilarious..LOL.

[SeeKer]

^^loooooooooool. That was just what the doc ordered Malika. We can be contradictory.

[SeeKer]

Mommy Dearest by Amy Addington

 

She is my mother,

that indomitable unattainable goal.

A woman of iron and silk and unforgiving praise,

she is the measure of all that

I will never be.

She sees me and looks right through me.

She loves me with a barbed wire heart,

chaining me to a relentless yearning

of approval.

I will beat my head

endlessly against a brick wall

if you simply say you love me;

say you're proud of me;

say I'm good'

All measure of self-worth is wrapped

in the one woman who loves me enough

to tear me apart.

[BOB]

Originally posted by SeeKer:

^Why don't you join in the female fest BOB, I know you have a few poems of your own abt women. You will be the only rooster in the coop

You're right I do have 'few' of them but those I have are personal and I am not sure if I want to share them yet and I haven't written anything new about women for a while now...but maybe in the future Insha Allah.

 

 

PS. The rooster part is insult to an African chief like me...I'm a LION. :mad:

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[Malika]

This not a poem but loved,just loved it!

 

It is new for women to be making history

- not just a few queens,

empresses or exceptional geniuses,

but hundreds,thousands,

millions of women now entering history,

knowing we have made history

- by changing our lives.

 

Betty Friedan, 1921 from "It changed my life"

[Blessed]

LOL@Malika.

 

Her Story

[NGONGE]

NO FAULT IN WOMEN

 

 

No fault in women, to refuse

The offer which they most would chuse.

--No fault: in women, to confess

How tedious they are in their dress;

--No fault in women, to lay on

The tincture of vermilion;

And there to give the cheek a dye

Of white, where Nature doth deny.

--No fault in women, to make show

Of largeness, when they're nothing so;

When, true it is, the outside swells

With inward buckram, little else.

--No fault in women, though they be

But seldom from suspicion free;

--No fault in womankind at all,

If they but slip, and never fall.

 

Robert Herrick

[Blessed]

The man who is a bigot

is the worst thing God has 'got'

except his match, his woman,

who really is Ms. Begot.

Maya Angelou

[Chimera]

Women, the most superior creatures in the millions of Galactic lands.

Don't chuckle, go ahead and try to give birth, you can't.

Therefore, there is no need to be hurt.

Understand, they were chosen by God himself above man.

 

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