I am woman: Request?
I am woman.
What does this mean?
Am I the lesser for it?
Should I stand up
for my Self?
How will I live?
Or die?
Or grow old?
Will I lose my teeth?
Or my muscle mass?
Will I lose my mind?
Perhaps I should lose my anger...
I'm angry at women-
For letting me dumb down.
For impeding my growth.
As a woman.
Aqua Marine: written 1990s
Posted here: 4th April 2025
When some mothers "weaponize" daughters to rebel against their fathers, instead of protecting them from psychological harm.
My Personal search for True Identity.
Crows come
And crows go
But Arthur always was.
For years the lofty oak had been
His look-out every day
And soon as Mother chucked the scraps
His shiny eyes
Would spot the crumbs
From eighty yards away.
No craftier crow
In all the land
Than Arthur black and strong
And wise more wise
Than all magpies
He would not fly straight down.
Although he’d had
So many scraps
From Mother's grassy lawn
He’d never ever fail to wait
For just in case
It might be bait
To trap him once for all.
So Arthur’d sit and look around
Then fly a reconnoitre
And then he’d fly a closer one
And land in something shorter.
OK! I think, would Arthur think,
It might be safe to eat it
And down he’d drop
And grab the lot
And quick as quick
He’d beat it.
In memory of a crow that used to perch in the first big oak at our tree nurserey in England during the 1990s and 1980s.
Take those two away and all you have is me
A stranger to all
A victim to some
A worthless cause
No growth in mind
It's an endorsement to failure
There is an anchor in my life
But it is not her
It's the battle with in me
The war for comfort in my own skin
The battle still wages on
The only casualty seems to be me
I've been dead inside for so long
The tombstone reads always an end never a beginning
An epic fail from the start
These emotions always get the best of me
But it's a direct cause for the worst in me
An endless cycle
Round and round the world goes
But it has always been stopped in the 1990s and before for me
So why do I continue to stand
It's those two my whole world with in my world
The reason why my life has meaning
The place I tend to fall to
The foundation I helped build
The evolution of me with in the eyes of those two
My babies.
The western media will report less on the Ukraine
As the worthy underdog.. as putin closes his grip
There, there is real understanding now that Russia
Is able to influence food supplies.. And energy
Also there will
Be reports soon of Ukranian atrocities, as putin holds
More cards the western media will have no choice
Other than to balance their content the pope is the
Way in for them ' he has gone from decrying putin
Although I believe he will say anything he's told to
Say by his cabal leaders..Maybe He's one of them?
Anyway to saying he may have been provoked?
Well he did
See 23 places change allegiance, after the west
Promised not to move nato one inch further east
After East Berlin was annexed in the 1990s ) also any
Idea that Russian ships in Crimean ports are unusual
Will not be heard, neither will it be reported that British
Navy ships in Southhampton mean Britian will invade
Dorset.. I couldn't help that one ' LOL))) So there
we have It.. Let's see if it pans out as I have written it.?
MATH: BUTTERFLIES AND MAGIC “SEVEN”
“We multiply,” said the Rabbit to the butterfly -
Addition makes too few of you - your life’s through
In as many weeks as there are letters in “SQUEAKS”
If for every one of you, we Rabbits birth 22
How few of you would equal our 154?
Seven it is! Butterfly’s quite the math whiz!
Is this the same math as the game about the week?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7: Or take four from eleven
Seven days to a week – seven weeks to our lives
Then heaven becomes more beautiful with butterflies ...
(c)Deo. NOTE: I wrote this poem for my grade-school daughters in the 1990s, to help them have fun with Math (using manipulatives, especially with rabbits and butterfly toys). They did learn to love & protect butterflies, whose life-span is merely weeks, or a few months. Such beauty that passeth by quickly and so curiously! Shalom, shalom.
Abiku speaks..... sickle cell patient
Let me go, for I’m in pains
COS I’m guilty not,
In this case.
COS all these, are your own faults.
Am not as wicked as you think,
for I also
Wish to stay as other babies
do
Only for you, to
Have denied me, the right to
do.
I tried pleasing you, b’cos
Staying a week is a difficult
task.
I wonder whom you lent your
ears.
Cos all this, has Mendel said.
Far down early 1880s,
But it’s a pity, people still fall
victims, till late 1990s.
Always will I keep to the soil,
b’cos
I have no strength, to endure
the pains
All your claims are correct
not
For I challenge you, to show just
One, of those who came back not
With their two ears
fit
I will only stay,
If you do as the doctor says,
“Check your rhesus and your
genotype”
“Before stepping into
marriage”.
But, if you yield not to
warnings
Then, in vain will nine month
be.
For, in my royal gourd,
Will I abide!!!
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