Outstandingly and brilliantly written my friend, You brought justice to them… and that last verse! smart very very smart and says it all. It really surprises me how some people thinking is till this day extremist and racist, but truth from where I am and what I’ve seen in the past years, nothing surprising me anymore. I admire your poem and admire You for writing it.

Okay, I have to say, this brought tears to my eyes. Such imagery should never exist but also never forgotten. I believe you did Nina justice here

Light, Willow, and Mary, thank you so much for your visit and for your comments on this poem. One of the reasons I became a revolutionary was because of digging deeper into the oppression of Black people. At first, it was more based on a religious basis, but after reading books like Griffin’s, “Black Like Me”; Baldwin’s, “The Fire Next Time”; and “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”, I began to realize it has deeper roots in a whole system, the rise of capitalism and its colonial conquests and genocide and slavery. This led me to Marx and Lenin and Mao, and now Bob Avakian. We do not have to live this way, and we are capable of ending all oppression. This is the reason for those last 2 lines.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi Chère C.,

If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos

Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.

À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

Clay

There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

Curt

This is good. This definitely can turn into a dark story

Gritty and vivid Sharp work. Excellent.

This is so haunting. I like it

Thank you Lady