Category Archives: feminism

No. You may not come in; a poem.

Why do we so often only hear the voices in bold? Why do their words drown out the voices that are not. You can’t come in. “But you invited me in last week” Today I don’t want you here “But … Continue reading

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Fighting the good fight together.

Once upon a time there was a little girl, and another and another and many, many more. some were of colour, some were white, some were once viewed as little boys, but knew they were really little girls, they knew this … Continue reading

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A Year In The Life

Sunshine Languid heat, lethargy, nylon before lycra shiny in the brightness A paddling pool with dirt and grass floating Children leaping over and under A muddy sodden patch on a shared lawn Tears before bedtime, overwrought Too hot with windows opened … Continue reading

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He Sits In His Ivory Tower

He sat at the very top, the pinnacle of His ivory tower, a tower built from the bones of the millions who perished in His wake. He looked down at all He purveyed and tallied His possessions in His acquiring … Continue reading

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Boys Will Be Boys Will Be Men.

Barely knee high he rips through the classroom, Lego flying in his wake, crayons scattering, brick towers tumbling. Energy overflowing it takes him a long time to calm down, ah, boys will be boys they say. He pulls on the … Continue reading

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All The World’s A Stage

And the stage is set Even before You were given the part On you go, upstage or downstage It’s not important where you stand To be in the spotlight when told is your role You don’t know your lines It’s … Continue reading

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Moon’s Daughter

Pitch perfect The shadow falls A mood to set your watch by Picking their path the creepy crawlies come a-running The velvet moths with the feelers that know will flee Only hard and angry stays Black hinged beasts clamber about … Continue reading

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