Patriarchy Poems

Doctored

scalpel! 
gently saw at the sides of the face
let it fall apart at the seams 
now, put it up against yours
does it fit? is it a perfect match? 

it feels cold, unwelcoming
the eyebrows are far too thick
the nose is far too big
i hate it
it is not a perfect fit. 

scalpel! 
gently saw at the sides

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

What is love?

What is love, really—
a figment of hope
sharp enough to shatter
centuries of lived patriarchy?

To think
education could make a dent
in what’s already carved
in bone & name.

To think
a stranger could be chosen
over the familial veins of caste, of home
over the womb of belief one never questioned.

Perhaps what’s
whispered in secret
was always meant to be hidden—
buried, before it flowers into

My Existence Itself Is My Threat - Part 2

"What is my role?" I asked.
"You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told.
"But I know maps! I read compasses!" I pleaded.
He thundered, "Don’t you see? Your existence is your biggest threat!"
"What threat am I to myself, when real monsters roam?"
He sighed. "That is the point."
"Your kind attracts the

My Existence Itself Is My Threat - Part 1

I dream of far shores where my name was meant to be carved.
I aspire to climb mountains where my flag was to be raised.
I imagine a distant land where a song calls me home.
So many ambitions—yet my existence is my greatest threat.
I was always ready for adventure,
Belonged to no land, no boundaries, no chains.
The repeated

Anguish And Admonitions Of Eve

No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained  
caned for being female
—don’t you dare cry out! he shouts
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless   b***h!

Yes —

The Bee Poem

Did you know there are more than 20,000 known species of bees, but only 5 percent are social bees? Only 5 percent allow you to get to know them. They’re minding their business, building their nests, and you interrupt their day to tell them, “You’re not like other bees,” because to you that’s such a

A Wife's Rebellion

In a world where whispers were the currency 
of women,  a letter dared to roar.
Tagore, the weaver of unseen truths, 
unfurled a tale with threads of fire.

Mrinal, a caged bird with a song unheard,
her beauty admired, her voice a muffled word.
Years of stifled dreams, a mind in disguise, 
until a spark ignited, a rebellion

my earliest memory of shame

The thought of you reminds me of what it feels like to scream without a voice 
To scream and internally feel the words fall deaf
Fall deeper down into the pit of my soul
I despise you, although I’m sure you don’t remember me
The way I feel about you is difficult to put into words
I despise you,

Never Enough

Society sets standards of perfection
The patriarchy has decided that all women must act like ladies
Prim and proper, do as you are told.
For years men set the stage for the "ideal women"
Perfect hair, perfect body, always on their best behavior
We stand up for ourselves but are told not to be foolish.
We are told to hide our

Repair Justice To Restore Peace

Before restoring outside perfection,
perpetual pleasures
of prosperous peace

I remain responsible,
compulsively responsive,
habitually receptive
to repairing inside win/lose
past competitive aggressions,
negatively suppressive 
non-communications

My most resilient repentance
includes self-forgiveness
for over-stressed addictions
to trauma repressors,
for failing to do my best
on a bad day

I usually fail to trust 
win/win strategic play
and work my best truth
healthiest way,
wealthiest co-managed gift
of sensory sense rife,
not always so elderly sedate,
indigenous

Therapeutic Climate

EarthMother grows impatient,
despite her curiosity driven
cooperative inviting polyculture
reconnection with SunFather's Great White
monotheistic climate
of Patriarchal-Capitalist classroom activity
RightHand saluting
salutary competitions.

Your historic move,
S/He dissonantly
defiantly intones,
from sacred polytheistic peak experiences,
inherently dipolar co-arising,
not monotheistic judgments
punishing bipolar sick people
for manic/depressive original sinning

Missing win/win marks
is also a monoculturing move
away from sacred arts and scientific
metaphysical traditions
favoring polycultural communion
fueling resiliently cooperative health care
systems
networks
creolizing organizations
synergetic

Deep Estuaries

Behind Summer's fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty

Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe's inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma

MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal autonomous
lonely at the top
supremacy

MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist,
terrorist
climatic pathology

MonoCulturing Straight Western Male 
historic white 
protagonist light,
choosing win/lose inside voices
over win/win outside choices
is not so healthily bright

Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance,
EarthTribally accessible
democratic co-enlightenment.

This 'Feminist' Malarkey

When Heard dared to question her partner,
men suited up in outraged armour.
Battling patriarchy,
this ‘feminist’ malarkey,
makes women prey and men the archer.

They Made the Patriarchy, Part Ii

...The hard-core just leave men altogether,
but in the rank-and-file there’s a trend
of these women speaking of ‘gentle’ guys,
then shacking up with the dominant men.
Tale old as time, women love the ‘bad boy,’
there instinct responds to his aggression,
some deign to marry the ‘sensitive’ guys.
but then cheat, and take half their possessions.

It is quite the cognitive dissonance,
to

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