In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote"
forever stamp (2020)
They stamped her face–
like that could contain her fire.
Purple, white, and gold–
not colors, but warning,
wrapped around a marching soul.
She didn't walk,
she moved like thunder–
every step cracking silence,
every breath remembering
the women who weren't allowed to speak.
They called her too loud.
Too much.
Too wild.
But she was never meant to be quiet.
She was never made to blow.
She wasn't built to fold.
She was built to ignite.
I’ve had the example
Of women I love,
Being strong and outspoken
When push comes to shove.
Generations before me
Gave me so much
My looks and hair colour
Tenacity and such.
I was taught by the greatest,
Who in term was taught,
By the greatest to her mind
Her mother of course.
Sister, mum, grandma
All different yet then
They have been my example
Women among men.
Nearly one full century
Has passed since we won,
The rite of democracy,
For both daughter and son.
My matriarch ancestors
I thank you forever
For showing me women
And strive through endeavour.
Woman Suffrage
Horn Haiku
women cried out loud
had been part of a big crowd
were very endowed
woman would suffer
man had zone which was buffer
that made things tougher
had prayed to our Lord
we do want to look toward
things we can afford
Wilson with wimper
always would lose his temper
fidelis semper
see Trump wear his crown
cause trouble all over town
while we had a frown
wherever we went
we would see an immigrant
God to us had sent
Jim Horn
Nothingness has caught me by the throat
Tossed me to the innards of its prayer
Joan of Arc unhorsed in a nightmare
Burgundy makes offers for her coat
When we’re real and know the here and now
Do we entertain our thoughts and dare
To let perception grow in all its flair
Lamenting foreign insights we won’t know
From the mountain, I see Windermere
I see Coniston and Morecambe Bay
I see sheep and flat green fields arrayed
The shadows of the hills , the dread, the fear
Where can we be now on this our March?
The moon, the sky , the aluminium arc
The universal suffrage of the dark
The rights of strangers, the Triumphal Arch
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