We Dig our own Graves

We Dig our own Graves

A Poem by Prometheus
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women of society

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I.  My dreams go beyond

That of the dying

Generation:  Being dumb

And being beautiful.  I bid breath

From her wilting lips so I

Can breathe, but I’m drunk on 

Freedom�"

Yet, prison chains bleed from 

In between my hips, and from 

Her lips bleeds the breath I burn.


II.  It’s my turn 

Now, as a member of

The newer generations to

Bear the burden of those human fetters

That wrap around my legs.  A frost of

Rust weeps from these ancient chains, 

A bloody dust from which my

Ancient guilt was born,


III.  And I am torn   between

Being sick and being strong,

Doing right or being 

Wrong for

Reputation’s sake.


IV.  They urge me to be fake

And condition me to cry when

I look at my reflection.  


V.  And I let them do this.

This.


And my self-abusive echo

Fails to fill the chasms

In my lungs.  She,

A dying generation,

Wasted all her breath


For faith in me.


Because, as long as I replace her

Dreams with standards,

Those chains are suffocating me.

© 2011 Prometheus


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With each day that passes, more women stand and demand to be heard. However, I feel we unfortunately have a long way to go. Why? Because men, on the most part, are not as civil or evolved as we are.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Amazing write. Women's rights have evolved so much and yet social obligation has changed so little.

Posted 13 Years Ago


really strong spotlight on women and the bulls**t they have and had to deal with ~ excellent writing

Posted 13 Years Ago



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