A Woman's Day

disclaimer- cussing like a sailor, please be forwarned, also: all-male poets and present company excluded, in anything that you may find offensive, Poets are of a different breed

A Woman's Day

It isn't that on this side of that river

 that's trying to sell you, sister.

That long-empty river is long bone dry.

Fete de la femme

Wasn't there once a bonfire of 32 B burning breasts

strolling like Autumn leaves along the roadsides

spiraling, pivoting, rioting, and sometimes silently tumbling

historically 

hysterically weeping for kinswoman, daughters

 for the rights

to labor for less to yearn for more, burn for more, 

the rights to murder our unborn

yet what has that blood-bought us?

Fete de la femme

Have we still not earned our place as Mother with our wombs?

Did we earnest a lesser wage with our war factories?

Have we burned our pyres of dignity as we fought for free love?

Have we filled our coffers of disrespect with porn a click away?

Is this our new art of seduction in the four corners of our compass? 

All those centuries of painful tutorials in and of objectification;

 forfeit now and all for not, to the great w***e?

We can vote without weight, swing our hair loose as a pinwheel

in the wind, swing our hips in the direction of our choosing.

We can hold a seat in Congress and wear our guache suits water

color thin

till we become as one shaft of wheat beside the other,

Seen one c**t, and we've seen them all no mystery there.

Yet a woman's day of work is never done, so there are many ways

to objectify, rape, 

beat us down 

on a lesser scale, perhaps truly loved by our male constituents, 

open our own cars doors, hold a seat in the devil's ring in the house of freedoms

 but what has our mystic bought? 

Power?

Control? 

Influence? 

Do we still not wantonly swing our legs over the beast back when the lights go off? 

Do you still not shake or tremble with fear when the hand is at your throat

You will have to swing higher still, Sister. 

For that fight

For A Woman's Day

is never done

It has only just begun.

Author's Note

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Corset! :)
This is great poetry, thoughtfully expressed, and a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

[Corset]

Hello, thank you for your sweet comment, Happy Holidays!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your bodies, your choice. A very very powerful poem.

[Corset]

yes, for the most part, I miss chivalry. I liked having my car door opened for me and umbrellas erected to keep me dry, whisked over huge puddles we are still women, nowadays men will knock you down getting first in line it seems, where is a healthy balance? I miss magnanimous

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my dear friend.
"For that fight
For A Woman's Day
is never done
It has only just begun"
Respect, equality and racism. A never-ending battle. Your poem, made the reader ponder many things. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Corset]

Thank you dear heart for your constant support and lovey words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe the USA had fell backwards. We are trying to change laws put into place to protect women. You are welcome my dear friend.

[Corset]

sometimes I wonder if we are doing ourselves any true favors, but progress is only fought for or won in a ring of fire it seems