I want to tell you about me,
about the sour smell of penury ,
about loving but not telling,
about fear, about being a woman,
about things not in my file,
but you know all that without even shaking my hand,
my lowered eyes, my dress, my hesitant gait,
my accented hello, what gave me away,
the unease flickers like a second iris in your cold eye,
pulls quickly at your limp palm, holds back that unborn smile,
you cross your arms across your pinstriped suit
and I wonder which me your first word will break,
I see patterns on the carpet,
and rearrange my bones, my genes,
my tongue, my breasts,
align my birth to your contempt,
but I needn’t have worried
you had already swept me away,
my identity hovered briefly on a dust pan,
before the paisley motifs on the floor
became my shroud,
my muffled breath had not enough left
to ask which me you wanted to bury first.
“. . . I wonder which me your first word will break . . . ” You’d think this would all vanish with intense education–in both women and men–but I can attest to the fact that it only gets worse. I’m with the paisley motif and wishing it didn’t matter. it does. It takes so much energy to survive. Brilliant.
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Thank you Susan… have experienced both the gender and colour prejudice.. know for sure that things may be improving of late but there’s still a very long way to go.
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So relevant….beautifully written…
the unease flickers like a second iris in your cold eye,
pulls quickly at your limp palm, holds back that unborn smile,
you cross your arms across your pinstriped suit
and I wonder which me your first word will break……….great lines!
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Thanks so much Sreeja 🙂
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So beautifully written. I love how this unfolds toward the end–and although I wish I didn’t relate to it so much, I suspect that most women do–
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Gender, colour, class… doesn’t take much to be discriminated against….thanks so much Audrey.
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This reads like a ragged sigh … intense, deeply rooted, visceral emotions that stir in the face of misogyny and prejudice.
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Thanks so much Wendy.
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well put together! reminds me of similar experiences
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Yes, common enough isn’t it…sadly. Thanks Suyash.
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Breathtaking!
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Thanks Magic 🙂
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Fantastic! You nailed being made to feel small or invisible. I love the line about rearranging your bones and genes for arms folded in pinstripes.
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Thank you Colleen. Much appreciated.
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This poem contain all the things that I think is what makes society bad… it’s about class, about sex, it’s about abuse… very very good poem
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Thanks so much Bjorn.
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Personally, I was outraged on behalf of your speaker. No one deserves this type of social dismissal, yet it goes on everyday, everywhere. We preach kindness and love, but it seldom goes beyond the words. I believe this is one of the most important poems I have ever read and do hope you will seek to have it published, not just here on your blog. How can we build a world of peace and acceptance, while holding ourselves and others unaccountable for these everyday denigrations, based in some idea that somehow we are better than anyone else?
Elizabeth
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Thanks Elizabeth. You are absolutely right. That sense of being elevated because of gender, class, colour, economics or geography has no place in society but it has become so ingrained into the social fabric that people simply think they are entitled to it. We live in a lopsided world and it is no fun for the people who are vulnerable to such nonsense.
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You captured it perfectly, I felt what you wrote! Finding myself in the dustpan, where no one belongs.
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Thank you Annell.
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This is such a touching reveal of vulnerability. It reminded me of one of my favorite quotes by Eleanor Roosevelt. “No one can make you feel inferior unless you allow it”. Beautiful write!
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Yes that is a beautiful quote and yet the spirit of these brave women is smothered by the level of prejudice from multiple quarters. But one must fight the good fight..what other choice is there. Thanks Beverly.
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Woman’s condition throughout time and history, so well told. I especially noted the same lines Sumana quoted. Wow! A poem women everywhere will relate to.
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Thanks so much Sherry. When I worked with a disability non-profit the social workers used to say that poverty, disability and gender work as a triple whammy against a woman in that situation. Where does one even begin the battle!
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Very well written prejudice and gender really felt and pulled at my heart…bkm
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Powerful poem, all this stress at interview plus this harassing attitude without words… I like your killing last line especially: ‘which me you wanted to bury first.’ Never ‘rearrange’ your truth..not for anyone.
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Good advice..much appreciated. Thanks Humbird.
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This is amazing. Being American, I of course thought of the Misogynist-in-chief, but this powerfully describes an (unfortunately) universally phenomenon. The feeling of being dissected until there is nothing left is just so well conveyed.
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Thanks so much Rommy. 🙂
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“and rearrange my bones, my genes,
my tongue, my breasts,”
Luv the depth of emotions in this one Thotpurge; Happy Sunday
much love…
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Thanks Gillena. Much appreciated.
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“my identity hovered briefly on a dust pan,
before the paisley motifs on the floor
became my shroud,”….story of many a soul…it’s really heartening to read your poems again…missed you all…
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Good to see you back Sumana… thanks. Hope you are doing well.
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my muffled breath had not enough left
to ask which me you wanted to bury first.
Somewhat a morbid ending! Great poem Thot!
Hank
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Thank you Hank 🙂
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The discomfort is so well painted here I especially liked – ‘a second iris in your cold eye’
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Thanks so much Jae.
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Some love to show their sadistic pleasure of demeaning others such as at interviews or indeed social events…a plague upon them I say.
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Yes, prejudice has no place in civil society. Nothing can justify it. Thanks Robin.
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This is soo incredibly powerful and vivid! Especially; “the unease flickers like a second iris in your cold eye,pulls quickly at your limp palm, holds back that unborn smile,you cross your arms across your pinstriped suit and I wonder which me your first word will break” took my breath away!
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Thanks Sanaa…prejudice displayed by the person in the position of power is fairly common ..even more so on the basis of gender.
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Powerful, poignant, precious, an entire life poured out in an exquisite cascade of simple words, pictures for my blind eyes. Thank you.
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Thanks so much Tio.
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Seriously, do you understand how good this is? Surely you do, but I want to make sure …
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Thanks so much Jericho…appreciate the youtube link too though I don’t know that movie!!! Glad you liked it.
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It’s Pulp Fiction.
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A great write Rajani, those limp palms and cold eyes holding back unborn smiles create such a vivid image.
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Thanks so much…glad you liked it.
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That was my response to your poem.
Epic. One of the finest poetry-reading experiences of my life.
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A lovely, well-written poem.
Read my poem on “Fame” at
https://akashsingh2017.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/fame/
I hope you will like it 🙂
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Thanks.
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