#feminist poetry

[bikini-kill-pilled]

i awoke to find womanhood asleep in my bed:

a wet and red haired dog. 

i kicked her off.

she yipped and and snipped and wouldn't stop.

womanhood followed me to and from school, and the air of wet dog hair was pungent and new. i felt eyes on me, more and more. in class, womanhood wagged her tail by the door. oh, i hated her for it. this grotesquely loyal dog knew no commands. womanhood, i couldn't stand.

womanhood was a beast that i had to wrestle, a wolf i had to cage. staring at the blood on my thighs, i felt an ancient animal rage. i didn't ask own you, i told her, and i won't throw my bones to you, chew on adam's rib--not mine! womanhood, that old bitch whined.

i muzzled her, i bound my breasts; take that, you pest.

i fought my mom on who knew best; womanhood hid behind her with her tail between her legs. 

oh, how i hated her hated her hated her. and yet i was of her nature. 

womanhood was wound i had to stitch, womanhood was a red-hot itch. and i could not get rid of it, this painfully loyal thing.

womanhood, how you'd continued to howl: outside my door, a baleful sound. 

and i loved you when i couldn't see you: head against another girls shoulder, sharing secrets, voices low. dancing with them, arm in arm, laughing in our howling song. only with men around did womanhood seem so unsightly, but all alone or with my friends her eyes seemed to burn brightly...and as did mine, i realized. the dog followed me home, i felt her sleeping in my bones. i laid awake and heard the wolves howl: i was not alone.

goddesses, artemis, not and nut, your red haired dog sleeps on my bed. i thank you in kisses to the moon above. womanhood is something that i've learned to love.

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[bluetalepost]

i would never be a therapist because that's who i've been all my life. i wonder if i would ever let myself be a mother.

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[piecesbythestars]

“frankenstein,” a poem about women’s suffering

normalized in medicine, glorified in pornography, justified in religion. since we birth people, does this mean we birthed the society that causes and trivializes our agony?

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[dame-nostalgique]

Forgotten myths, March 2023

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[daremna]

"As if anger could be a kind of vocation for some women. It is a chilly thought. The heart is dead since infancy. Unwept for let the body go."

- The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

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[aphrodites-serenade]

Bystander

Last year, there was a senior who caught my eye

A tall girl with bleached ends and painted dark lips

Thin brows but thick eyeliner

An expression that teased hundreds of secrets

Talked about wanting nails but always chewed on the ones she had

Laughed a lot with the girl seated next to her and rarely smiled at anyone else

I never knew more than her name and the face of her boyfriend

I wondered why out of the many boys, she'd chose one who looks like any other plain boy

A boy with no real power but lets you know that if he did, you'd never see the light of day again

A boy that cares nothing for the feeling of a girl, only what he can take from her

A boy whose first reflex when he gets you away from your friends is to slap you

I sat in my parents' car, watching and asking myself over and over again

Why, beautiful girl, did you choose him?

Even I know I wouldn't deserve you

But did you not think you could do better?

Were you taught to be quiet, too?

I should've asked at some point

After graduation, I never saw her again

But in my mind, she's walking in a field of flowers,

She's smiling and laughing with that friend who, like me, always watched from the sidelines…

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[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

going thru the archives and came across this in a newspaper from 1901(?). I’m being really Normal about it, btw. in case u were wondering.

[IMAGE ID: We have the history of the Prodigal Son, returning and the killing of the fatted calf, but there is no mention of the rejoicing at the return of the Prodigal Daughter. She has never been allowed to return. END OF IMAGE ID]

#what’s that other poem ab the prodigal son?? it reminded me of this #this was written by a really cool woman at the turn of the century #poetry #words words words #in the archives all day like ehehe jonathan sims coded character #history #feminist history #feminist poetry #female rage poetry #female rage #feminine rage #feminism #feminist #midwest gothic #intersectional feminism

[dishigoyal]

we the warrior

I am a woman,Shakti engraved on my bones

I played in the parks, ran in the winds

and sung with the melody of thunder

I grew up, they reminded modesty

Rati held my hand, led me out

We danced on the eve of lust

Drenched in the rain of passion

I am desire, bold in my will and diction

I picked up reins the chariot ready for me, it was snatched for I was not to dream

Fight, growled Durga from the cement of my being

jerked awake a she in me.

The clang of swords and gurgle of blood my battle cry

Me, here am I

They turned their backs upon me

A woman, to be humoured or not to be

Words spread, questions fired, they marked,stained the very "character" of me

A hiss shook the exterior

revenge, chanted Kali, I obeyed

out of the veils of mocking modesty, of the chains of misdeemed muliebrity

broke the confines of man relinquishing relics of safety, shields

took to the streets and battlegrounds

the army of mother, of daughter, of woman my pillar

we shook the core of the ancient oppressor

we emerge, we the warrior,

we emerge, we the warrior.

Here's my Instagram - @dishigoyal_

Note:

Italicized names are hindu goddesses. Here's what they signify:

Shakti-is the primordial cosmic energy, female in aspect,represents the dynamic forces that move through the universe.

Rati-known to denote love, beauty, sexual pleasure and a woman who is extremely happy and blissful with her lover or husband.

Durga-unleashes her divine wrath against the wicked for the liberation of the oppressed, and entails destruction to empower creation.

Kali-alongside being the Goddess of darkness, destruction, and death, is also a symbol of Mother Nature because as she is timeless and formless, representing the creation of life and the universe as well.

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[slayingholofernes]

Blue Corn Woman by Amber McCrary, a Diné poet and zinester.

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[heartshapedthorns]

An excerpt from my poem..

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[bikini-kill-pilled]

from snakes in the hair

to teeth down there--survival

means we will bite back.

"vagina dentata" by lev liski, "medusa" by gian lorenzo

#haiku #feminist poetry #feminist poem #radical feminism #radblr #radical feminist safe #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist #gender critical #radical feminist community #gender abolition

[meganfoxrocksmyworld]

M*K Stans unironically being pissed Megan’s book on poetry will expose him and the toxic shitty men in her life is

hilarious 💀💀

This manchild pedophile exposes himself daily.

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[hairtusk]

Diane Di Prima, from ‘Pieces of a Song’

#diane di prima #feminism #feminist poetry #beat poetry #women’s poetry

[dame-nostalgique]

'Girls in white dresses', 2023

Our vicious fantasies of revenge 🥀⚰️

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[theduskproject]

a poem from the "snow pumpkin" series

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[aphrodites-serenade]

Men and what doesn't belong to them

The price tag is at $30, too overpriced for a simple doll

The sky is pitch black by the time I leave the mall, my hands empty-handed and freezing

A breeze of air sends strands of hair onto my face

A buzz emerges from my back pocket

Where are you?

I turn off the screen, I can't be seen distracted, especially at night

It's like my mom's warnings are screeching against my ear

She tells me of men who hide in dark alleyways, biting like dogs at woman's feet

She reminds me of how my cousin was dragged by one of those dogs, how her eyes don't glow like they used to

She walked too much like a woman, that's why they caught her, she tells me

Because they can't blame her for her baggy clothing

But how do I tell her that my father is like those men?

Pulling her wherever he pleases, dressing her how he sees fit

It's as if the wedding certificate, buried inside a memory box, is the same thing as the receipt that's pushed by the wind

I walk briskly under the street lights, my heart beats loudly every time a car slows down

Even if I'm in the middle of a crowd, it'll only give me the illusion of safety

I wonder if my friend felt helpless, as my 4th grade teacher hugged her tightly, knowing everyone's eyes were on her

I heard of a story on the radio with my grandma once, of a woman who was sold as a child to a much older man

She sighed. Thank God, we aren't in that wretched country anymore.

I couldn't find it in me to tell her that this happens everywhere, even in the safety of a “first world country”

I look at his message one last time, knowing I'll never see his picture again

If you don't answer this time, I swear I'll ki—

I should have known that he was like every man, poor, rich, old, and young, with what doesn't belong to him

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