Poems are women. Widely liked at times, loved seldom listened to rarely understood and frequently silenced. Poems are women who survived the feticide of audacious ideas and infanticide of unsatisfactory drafts. Poems are women with lowered eyes bejeweled by alliteration veiled by metaphors palms henna-ed to mask blisters of truth. Poems are women never looked at but for aesthetic pleasure and never attempted to be understood. Poems are women deified so long as it suits the facades of [those in] power admired so long as they transgress no "modesty" Poems are women object of a hundred opinions never safe from [the critic's] "gaze" and entitled to no non-conforming opinion that shall not result in being silenced. Poems are women quiet rebellion is the most they can do sadly, in the jungle where Aunt Jennifer's Tigers roar. Poems are women birthed from pain into a world of pain doomed to live as reminders of "endurance" of pain. Po...
Poetry is writing “she’s a glacier of gorgeousness” without cringing Poetry is allowing yourself to not rhyme all the time Poetry is backspace, backspace, backspace Poetry is telling yourself it’s okay Poetry is “did I write that?” [awestruck] and Poetry is “did I write that ?” [derogatory] Poetry is pausing at this point; and contemplating abandonment Poetry is mundanity draped in fancy words concealing languor; Poetry is sentences a dorned by a lliterations Poetry is love, anger, pain, joy Poetry is cliche Poetry is carelessly tied strands of hair Poetry is bite marks on the tip of the pen Poetry is using the word ‘strands’ simply because of its visual imagery value (and hence exceeding word limit) Poetry is romanticising everything Poetry is pausing again at this point; and contemplating deletion Poetry is learning to embrace the mess Poetry is falling in love with the process Poetry is, on many levels, “beautifulness” Poetry is forgetting a perfect rhyme in half a minu...