Ballot Box

Ballot Box

A Poem by Erin Lee

For Alice Paul. Without her, I don't know where women would be today. RIP


Ballot Box

by Erin L George


She goosed history

Stepping in red, white, periwinkle


She blinked

Winked at Alice Paul

Perched on her shoulder



Whom are you voting for?

(Alice’s are known for their curiosity).

First amendment fortitude

Riding on the back of a white horse

Her hair winds behind her

A second thought

To the mission at hand

Oh! Suffragette! Speak for me

Speak for us!

(Did I just say that?)

Pull the feeding tubes free

Spit them

On the floor

Casting them aside

Like Betsy did her knitting needles

Should she refuse to Georgio’s clamdescent lullibyes

She has the soul Hester


Prim. Proper

Printed circle breath of passion

And creativity in her wake "

She was indeed mad,

Bad, and dangerous

To know

Alice smirked

Betsy, tossing aside her knitters

Decided to go for royal plum

And gold

Oh! How they goosed the a*s of history!

Sisters laced, deadlock

Twine of a mermaid’s tail "

She can’t open legs she does not have

Nor would she chose to

Pick me!

Check here!

Right to choose

Wrong to loose

Choose careful, now, My Dear

I can hear her

(Does she not have a rabbit hole to explore?)

(Letters to write to the governor?)

Step into the ballot box

And seize the vault of heaven’s righteous




© 2010 Erin Lee

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Added on February 25, 2010
Last Updated on February 25, 2010
Tags: alice paul, write, right to vote, sufferage, womens sufferage, erin l george, poetry, erin george