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                    RUMINATIONS 

                                                   

                 Ruminations Poems :  1. Benign Thoughts... ( on this page)   2.  Roots  

 3.  When I Must Go    4.  Loss of Innocence  5.  Wrong Timing  6.  At Odds  7.  What Might... 

  8.  Fusion

                         Benign Thoughts On Feminism

 

                                 Though I live my life

                        as a woman

                        sexless in battle

                        for free expression

                         of a life

                         lived as a woman.

                                                       

                        Needs bra be burned

                        to denounce encumbrances

                        wrought by every man's limitations

                        and later fret

                        when vain breasts sag.

                                                                      

                        I see doors open

                        only to the daintier wonder

                        of God's creations;

                        as I see doors open

                        only to the muscled breed

                        of creatures of the same god.

                                           

                        My cup runneth over

                        when mixed blood of life

                        throbs in the privacy

                        of my ungendered matrix

                        to turn me into a mother.

                                                         

                        Not a father, and be

                        a mere spectator

                        of the birth of a poem

                        which ecstasy

                        only a woman is gifted to feel.

                                       

                         Is it then, a woman's frailty

                         to let the male specie rule

                         upon kingdoms

                         mothered by women

                         who reign on silent thrones

                         in gentle homes?

                                   12/28/87

 

                           next poem :  Roots

 

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