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nickolette

вторник, май 16, 2006

what a woman must do


Until you walk, run, fight a mile in her shoes
Don't you dare stand in front of me and tell me
What a woman must do
Until you have walked, run, fought a mile in her shoes
Don't you dare stand in front of me and tell me

What a woman must do
What a woman must do

She must
Swing from chandeliers for undeserving spouses and paramours
Who deny her suffrage by day, but crave and praise her womanly wiles by
night
Good enough to fuck but, not good enough to vote
She must
Go from the beauty of Africa, to the horrors of massa
Go from titties dangling bare and shameless
To being branded, licentious, temptress, embarrassed
Go from land of yams and heat hot
To land of cash crops and sellers block
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Now Black
Now inhuman
Freedom stolen, family stolen, now beholden… but still golden
Field hollerin'… and Ain't I A Woman
Ain't I A Woman

I can see her, me
Washing dishes, clothes, and children
Making love, money, dinner, and beds
Always the first one off a sinking ship
But last in the line to receive respect

What
What a
What a woman
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
Must do
Must do, must do, must do, must do, must do…

She must
Wipe away tears and reclaim strength
After rape, abortion, lover's betrayal, child's birth, child's death,
husband's abuse
Tricking to buy baby shoes
She must
Be called a muse
Which is just a synonym for use
Put upon pedestals
Dainty and protected
And because of that disrespected
Victorianized
Made a paradox of famous anonymity
Left to go insane with too much femininity
Staring at yellow wallpaper

Her heart
Open
Her legs
Open
Warm and welcoming
Waiting… for phone calls that never come
Waiting… for words of appreciation that never come
Waiting… for equal pay that never comes
Waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting for love
Waiting for acknowledgment not judgment
Waiting

And when seeking or achieving any kind of power
Reduced to labels like…

Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke

What
What a
What a woman
What
What a
What a woman must
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do

She must
Never settle for less based upon her womaness
Embrace the pronoun and power of SHE
Know if nothing else that her uniqueness is blessed
And a necessary component in the union between universe and people
Equal to man
At times above human understanding
She don't have to lay down for nothing or nobody
Her body in and out a wonder
The wonder of SHE

The wonder of SHE

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8 Comments:

  • At 10:22 сл.об., Anonymous Анонимен said…

    macka, kartinkata razbiva:)))

     
  • At 11:06 сл.об., Blogger nickolette said…

    http://www.pileup.com/babyart/_top.htm
    ето още :)

     
  • At 6:14 сл.об., Blogger rės said…

    напомня ми за един адски изтрещян японски любовен филм... идентична сцена

     
  • At 11:25 пр.об., Blogger count_zero said…

    разбива, разбива: ако беше някой чичак с набучена на вилица п**ка, нямаше така да се радвате! ;РРРрр

     
  • At 12:37 сл.об., Blogger nickolette said…

    оооо идеята си я бива :)р

     
  • At 1:43 сл.об., Blogger Bruce Wayne said…

    с чичака щеше да е прекалено сексистко, а обтаното ще не е - въпросче

    интересно мъдурите де са, сгурно си е врътнала една рибена чорба от тях :)

     
  • At 6:07 сл.об., Blogger nickolette said…

    да ти кажа върнала е на някой мъж свободата :)

    ...
    that yellow dress
    his favorite
    and she screamed again.

    and he took up the knife
    and unhooked his belt
    and tore away the cloth before her
    and cut off his balls.

    and carried them in his hands
    like apricots
    and flushed them down the
    toilet bowl
    and she kept screaming
    as the room became red

    GOD O GOD!
    WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

    and he sat there holding 3 towels
    between his legs
    no caring now whether she left or
    stayed
    wore yellow or green or
    anything at all.

    and one hand holding and one hand
    lifting he poured
    another wine


    Freedom
    by Charles Bukowski

     
  • At 7:14 сл.об., Blogger silvia baz said…

    yyy,лукаво

     

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