Friday 21 March 2014

The title of this poem is Woman. It speaks to a woman's need to be independent without losing herself or fooling herself as to who or what she really is.

Woman!
Where art thou?
Do you forget the cost?
The course?
The cost of the course?
Art thou lost?
Bared down by the burden of their cross
His Cross
Became your cross?
Ha!
And they say
You must suffer for his cross
Woman!!
Who pays the cost?
Her of course
Throat coarse
And fools bray
Woman is boss

Woman!!!
That bleeds to conceive
No pleasure in taking his unnamed seed
Her untried
Unready
Unwilling
Body
Bleeds
Conception
Itself a labour of pain
Knowing
He’ll do it again

Woman!!!!
Throw of His cross
Walk away from their course
Get lost
In the essence of woman
Find again
Who woman is
Know finally
Want woman wants
Find pleasure at thy own leisure
Escape
Rebel
Become a treasure
Who know her cost
Because she knows she travelled her course


Copyright © 2014
Jade Hicks




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4 comments:

  1. Timitra21 March 2014 at 09:23

    Loved it as always....I think you have a real knack for poetry...it flowed well and you got your points across without spelling it out verbatim. My favourite part was the use of "cost" and "course" I thought that was brilliant!

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  2. Unknown22 March 2014 at 10:11

    Brilliant

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  3. Unknown22 March 2014 at 16:34

    Thanks guys. I appreciate the feedback :)

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  4. Kimmi G27 March 2014 at 17:20

    great poem chic....love it

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