vixen ...
it defies sense
that such fetid phrase
and coarse, careless curses
can drift so dourly from plump little bows
perfect, pouty, chili pepper lips
dripping with dangled prepositions
and dangerous propositions
so, love ... what wish?
what shiny champagne-notioned bauble
will twist that naughty purse
into a sweet, sassy ...
yes?
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick 2, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Four walls.
Barricades.. built out of strong brick, but flimsy cement -
Strong force, but weak purpose.
It was ironic, she thought.
Society had set up four confining walls,
and yet was an unlocked door just there.. mocking,
beckoning those with the nerve to throw it open.
She was sure of it.
It angered her, these biased convictions.
She wasn't let to school. No work. No freedom.
And why? Why not, rather.
Simply because she was a 'she'.
But she would show them, she notioned.
She would show the world the suppressed would rise,
and break through the boundaries preset for them.
She would show them the women of the world could revolutionize it.
She would tell them,
and she wouldn't stop till her voice resounded beyond the four walls of the world...
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Dedicated to every woman reformer!
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