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Wombstorm: A Herstory of Hysteria

I. THE WANDERING

I was born with a life that bled—
a seafloor womb
dragging tides of fern
and marigold char

The priests brought saffron
and fear

crowning me with diagnosis

They said: She is too empty
They said: Fill her with figs
with seed
with stillness
They said: Her belly speaks too loud
Mute her

O Plato
old patriarch of phantoms
my body was no beast—
just prophecy you never learned

Categories: opression, body, history, mental illness,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Depression opression

29 June 2024 7:39 PM

Depression is oppression 
Left over from emotional expression

Things we done and had done to
Made a wound in the heart through and through

Things not said and things that were said
And can't be undone because now they are dead

I should've I could've I would've but did not
The time is past and now is

Categories: opression, christian, emotions, god,
Form: Rhyme

China, What the Hell

First there was Tiananmen Square,
where tanks flattened people who dared
stand up for their natural rights
against the Socialistic blight.
And then you hit the Falun Gong,
proclaimed that there beliefs were wrong,
force seems your favorite way to quell,
so we say China, what the hell?

Then you go and truly disturb,
harvest organs from prisoners,
there’s evil and there’s Satanic,
how can you

Categories: opression, anger, evil, how i
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

It's Opression

Under his Bum girl
that is where
you must stay
Under his Bum
religion
requires
life that way
Under his Bum
makes you
act donkey like
and dumb
Under his Bum

Under his Bum
Allah he says
requires you stay
Under his Bum
If you run
a thumb thick rod
will beat you 
like a drum
until you 
faint away

Under his Bum
it gets crowded
from wives of
his in a clump
trying to stay
 under his Bum

Categories: opression, abuse, betrayal, corruption, discrimination,
Form: Free verse

Donkey Day

who shall rescue me Donkey?
Friends I have no advocate
on whose shoulder to lean is thirst
come my day to reconcile with God

for daily burdens no relief
tomorrow and ever nothing new
my lord has thought I'll ever beef
come my day to reconcile with God

Early I wake up to water homesteads
The heavy load a faithfull back bruise
A long way

Categories: opression, abuse, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Didactic

Refugees

you call us refugees 
how dare you 
we're your casualties 
we're running from your hells 
how come it never rang  you conscious bells
we're the Syrians ,we're the Yemenis 
we know beards and burqas it's strange 
strange as your drones and the bravery of being out of range 
you'll never know what we've been through

Categories: opression, abuse, america, bullying, child
Form: ABC

Opression Releases a Light

Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Inflicting wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.

You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
It terrorizes your soul and haunts

Categories: opression, anxiety, dark, depression, pain,
Form: Bio

The Color of Opression

The Color of Oppression

They trespassed into the motherland bearing nothing but unknown gifts to our small minded leaders
Bartered with them for valuables far exceeding what they could offer in exchange
They drew on masks to conceal their fascist ideals towards us; they pretended to be our friends
Fake smiles were displayed as they greeted us, smiles that

Categories: opression, race,
Form: Sonnet

(1) "recession Over Opression" Everything Is Going To Be Alright

I personally believe in a cultral of time.  I believe personally that this nation will rise up and
all the rhetoric in its existence will cultivate just in the nick of (?).  And if you're still in doubt,
don't hate my belife's just because your's is in the ultimate sprout.  What's it all about

Categories: opression, devotionrain, sea, day, freedom,
Form: Free verse

Song of Opression

Tell me a story of the way things were,
tell me a tale how things are meant to be,
and I'll sing you a song of how things are,
and whisper the lies that are so commonly heard.
I'll rhyme you a riddle of the injustice of it all,
how a child will cry and no one will hear,
pain so

Categories: opression, death, life, people, sad,
Form: I do not know?