Womens Day 2014


girl, chick
girlfriend, wife
ex wife
hey lady
bitch, whore
cheeky madame
lazy cow
mother, daughter, friend, goddess
too many labels taped across and
wound over and over to see an actual person staggering trying to stand straight under the shoulderload of heavy presumptions
stereotypes fraying the edges
distorting and obscuring any real meaning
smart cookie
smart ass
too smart for her own good
exhaustive head swivelling turning every which way
which way to act
to save the world, save herself, shop and save
I am woman hear me roar
we stand together today for the ones whose roar has been silenced
or haven’t the strength, ones who can only gasp out a small chuff
ones who need to find their own voice and trumpet or jangle or squawk or clang
                       or sing
even the softest whisper can still be heard
and a million whispers make a powerful wind
to sweep across a world and bring a message
of change, of hope, of affirmation
of being
We are women
we are so simple and so complex
a thing of beauty and of love and light
and depthless terrors
rage and demands and an ocean of tears
unimagined potential compressed into the smallest seed
hidden under layers of dirt and time and slapped over with those labels
until it’s finally time to bloom…




About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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3 Responses to Womens Day 2014

  1. Kelly says:

    Love it. Thanks for sharing.

  2. chimerapoet says:

    Reblogged this on Chimera Poetry and commented:

    One year ago…..and I’m still roaring…..

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