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War Drums


Play our war drums. Allow the beats of this body, these bones to cover bruises held like a second skin from wars that lay out blue prints imprinted in between our hips. Brown skin hold black and blues like lost identities and society says "I wanted it" Stigmas are injected into flesh, leaving us paralyzed and sensitive steady tracing our roots on a rotting family tree and while licking our wounds find security in words crumbled in fists, under feet and on the backs of hands Which one of us planned to hide from the Big Bad Wolf. Sheep's clothing holds signs of a militia that wages wars in missionary on the bodies of Congolese women and after they have taken turns her husband turns away ashamed because a woman of “decency” wouldn't have allowed this to happen. Our vaginas no longer birth babies but taboos. Take a good look! This is what it looks like when a woman "Asked for it" her soul being ripped from tendons left heavy and hanging from a virus that rivered her wrists like lead. Savagely discarding mothers, daughters and sisters leaving us bitches, whores, paramours? Isolated and marginalized We women hide, blame ourselves for what is taken, accept the beatings for refusing to have sex without a condom Left used by men who have gotten what they came for, being called a whore must be some kind of position possessions don't have voices! Property weren't given choices and rape in a marriage doesn't exist. You can't sweep a generation under your rug; the bodies are beginning to smell Her beauty left dribbling from swollen lips her intelligence left on white pages with red ink [POSITIVE], we are tested, placed in a box labeled double standard and told to "Act like a lady" So for your sake, I hope I remind you of your mother, and your daughter watches as her skin begins to bruise cause see we are your greatest resource. I may have been made from your rib but We are the backbones of this foundation, slowly tracing your vertebrates like crumbing bricks! so be careful… You wouldn't want all of this to crumble down around you… would you?
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Comments (2)

NIckyG
Can I just say, you are wonderful as a whole.
jwiener
This poem has a very rhythmic tone, which matches the "War Drums" title, because the beat of a drum is very rhythmic in itself. Also, you bring up many important topics, such as how women are portrayed and how they actually wish to be treated. Your poem sends a very important message to both males and females, because you write about how respect is important and women do not deserve to be called unflattering names or given less respect than men just for the reason that they are indeed female.

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