Long Suffragette Poems

Translation of " Bury Me in a Free Land " by Frances E. W. Harper
(Homage to Frances Ellen Watkins HARPER, the First Black Lady of America, 1825 - 1911, Orphan, Poet, Novelist, Civil Rights Activist,...

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With glorious primordial certainty
  the sun will rise, the sun will set;
likewise you languish knowing what you're about,
  you know what is and isn’t so;
  yet, ultimately, you don’t.
Chained to the chromium...

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At What High Price is Freedom?
At What High Cost is Liberty and 
Justice for All!***

Are we willing to pledge: our lives,
Our hopes, our dreams,  our lives
And our Sacred Honor in order to
Walk in The...

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On a runup to the past,
lightning lies are striking fast
Speak a little Fuhrer con,
Dollar sanction appease a wannabe Stalin
In the Big Ivory House,
every hussy dictator is welcome
But the Constitution’s first wife ain’t:
	Billie O’Righty,
big bloomer free...

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So your great gran
was a suffragette
She fought for the right for women to vote
She thought that would make a woman equal,
put them on the same footing as a man
Looking back, that was misguided thinking
by woman...

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Clippity Cloppity
    Emily Davison
    confronted race horses
    losing her life

    dissident suffragette
    indiscriminately
    committed sabotage
  ...

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"Wherever women gather together failure is impossible."
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Oh, wish I had the skill to draw or paint
my vision of her, the woman dubbed the ‘Quaker Saint.’
Borne ahead of her era, her life was a luminous banner
with...

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Dignity, purity, hope,
Entwined in a delicate rose.
These are the colours which hold
The futures of all women to come.

Run, run, run,
To the Free Trade Hall we run,
Eyes bright, souls lifted, the taste
Of excitement on the tip...

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The women's body does not
Belong to the government.
  Once again this, borders,
On personal harassment.

  The woman's body is hers,
It's a personal choice.
  The abortion issue ignites the
Woman and her voice.

  A...

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Rosemary’s Baby


Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.


My wife and I, we couldn’t have kids,
So...

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How can I snap out of it? 
Open hearted, contents spilled to the world; 
crying as if that might redeem it, 
self-same reliant, or did I dream it? 
If only, I scream it, if only...

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slithering through a suffragette smattering
the serpentine has no shoulder
on which to give 
or have taken 
piggyback rides through pantsuit criterion
so certainly lacks the same of which to dry witch salt tears with

whirling up and around...

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