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...
Mirroring my reflections.