Category Archives: Poetry to Women

I’m not a girl in society’s eyes: I don’t possess any womanly qualities That would make me an elegant lady; I talk too loud, We aren’t supposed to; I walk with my head held high, We are supposed to hang it low; I laugh out loud, Instead of a shy giggle; I’m shameless, I don’tContinue reading “I’m NOT a Girl (Sanchari Das)”

 Now I think I’ve heard it all, Non consensual sex, How can these three words be spoken, Without the world being vexed. That someone can’t change their mind, Or if they’re drunk or drugged, Why is this not seen as rape, Off, this crime is shrugged.  The thought that someone whose passed out, Is freelyContinue reading “Non Consensual Sex? (Mike Brigden)”

For fucks sake, Go get a grip, Mutilating your daughters is downright sick. Fucked up religion, Gives you no right, Mutilating young girls you know cannot fight. Fight insecurity, Get over yourself, Mutilating your daughters isn’t good for their health. Feel all your evil, Gut full of shame, Mutilating your daughters and you are toContinue reading “FGM (Mike Brigden)”

For many nights i could remember, I see a shadow mirroring on my body for hour-long. I remain asleep & realise my mother’s hands drawing my body close to hers. Like one of her scarfs, she folds me lightly on her lap and straightens the curls of my hair. She says; Son, you finally wentContinue reading “What My Mother Told Me While I was Asleep (Emmanuel Ojeikhodion)”

How she must have missed those green hills of Ireland. Walking  along hard grey streets in Brooklyn. Remembering scent of grassy meadows hurrying along ten long blocks, to climb filthy subway steps.  Missing those sweet soft pastures, on her way home from work buying day old bread, searching for dented cans and items on sale.Continue reading “My Mother (Joan McNerney)”

Mingling nine planets bangle, the rising Sun on her forehead; rays of saffron brawn her vermilion, sprinkles turmeric for auspicious reunion. Her pinkie guides toddling steps, truth of breaths lie in her breasts; she carries lit lamps on plates, threads around wrists protect her sphincter dates. Let not kitchen be her only kingdom, she alsoContinue reading “Braided Paths (Aakash)”

How often do you see people talking about menstruation in India? The only thing you can see is people passing comments such as, “Hey, see! That red stain on her pant. It looks so weird. Why can’t these girls be a bit careful?” Bro, are you crazy? What is it to be ashamed of? Haven’tContinue reading “Periods: The Major Setback of Indian Society (Khushi Lakhotiya)”

Traces of lace cover walkways.      Snow so white it almost blinds us. You came with a spectacular glow. I became awed by this splendour.  Everyone was so captivated by your charm, wit, words. We wondered if the sun rose and fell under that magic. Pure white snow turns gray from exhaust fumes. Hardening on roadsides,Continue reading “Deception (Joan McNerney)”

Rivers of blood and tears Flowing from a broken people Endless melancholy!  In their hearts they carry the sorrow of those that came before Trying to live a life that is never really theirs Grieving for our children Violently stripped away from a mother’s warm embrace Poisoned by despair Too much pain to bear UnhappinessContinue reading “A Mourner’s Prayer (Medusa)”

Did you see that woman falling from the escalator at Grand Central Terminal?  Lying in dark circles of blood?  Begging the police not to tell anyone?  She would be alright when she got up. What about her? Did you see that woman screaming in front of the newsstand? Hear those screams…  Of hatred spewing from her face?  Notice herContinue reading “Her (Joan McNerney)”