i wrote this for one of my story/poems. i retrieved it to give it its own space. i wrote it to honor my friend's heritage, and for her astounding strength of character. it isn't true. in a better world it might be.
Mother's Tale
My mother spoke of respect, demanded it
As her mother had demanded it
As her mother had demanded it
And so I am the progeny of respect, as are you
Husbands implanted them
As your father implanted me
We walked head bowed
With tiny steps, with tiny feet
Behind, always behind
Never seeing the sky or stars
They put us where and how they wanted us
And used us as they would
What could we do
We talked and giggled among ourselves
Made crude jokes at our husbands' expense
That was all we could do
The men built the walls and raised the roofs
That protected us, and kept us within
One day we rose up and said enough
And our men crumbled like so much sand
We understood that what we had, they wanted
More than what we wanted from them
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-02-15 at 16:05
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