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Andrea Manno Poem
In our garden, the space of shared delight
Are fruits of our many wonders created
Through smiles and passion, the site
Of our beings bonded and sated.
Our red roses blossom in magical splendour,
Foliage of the many plants wave in glee
To a tune we embrace, our spirits soar
Under rays of a warm sun, we decree-
I love this garden of we.
The beauty to touch leaves delicate yet strong,
Warming two souls through feeding their growth;
I sing out to life, and you join me in song-
To see the weeds spawn we are simply loath!
When the blue roses invade upon our space,
Deterring attention away from insatiable red,
Forcing hands to take stock, change of pace:
All the plants of our garden to be fed-
Is this our garden? we said.
Our patch of weeds pilfering nutrients away
From flowers that bloomed in rich soil,
Now begging their gardeners, ‘find a way’
Before fertilising roses is too much toil!
The birds that danced in our garden nest,
Their song only seems a hummmm from afar:
Turned the fruit of our souls, once so blessed
Into a deafening question of who we are-
In our garden, we scar.
Forgive thee for the foliage that weeps,
The rains that do roll from the tips;
Forgive me, I feel the shadow that seeps
Into our garden of pestilent lips.
Accept us and the growth two hearts have spun,
Regret not all of the beauty we had;
Learn by the hands, the many petals undone,
Dwell little on roots that make us sad-
Think well of the garden once glad.
Copyright © Andrea Manno | Year Posted 2024
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Andrea Manno Poem
Innocence. Dissonance. A mind in puzzle pieces-
The poisoned family tree has reaches;
Narcissism. Derision. A rampant spreading fire-
All the leaves of a mask they acquire:
An intergenerational sexist pattern flow
It only takes one person to really know.
Unaware. Despair. Trapped like a bird in a cage-
Delayed in the development stages;
Shame. Self-blame. Adopting the toxic character-
Hoping to start a fresh new chapter:
A fear of the male energy instilled
The meeting of needs unfulfilled.
Unequivocal. Unforgivable. A torrid running stream-
To make things not as they seem;
Persistent. Resistant. Handing down the judgement-
Finding dominant males repugnant:
The twisted rope of sexist trauma bonds
Is it time to fix all the many wrongs?
Misogyny. Misandry. Toxic perception in veins-
Shedding sepals of all the pains;
Fear. Unclear. A twisted rope knotting us together-
The ruptures of a storm we weather:
Becoming conscious of the stereotype
The seasons of family fruits ripe.
Growth. Loathe. A scapegoat standing alone-
Turning over all the bitter stones;
Awareness. Rawness. Exploring cognitive biases-
Family roots struck by torrid viruses:
Unkempt perceptions all twisted up
A blindfold sewn with identities corrupt.
Change. Rearrange. Self-exploration to adapt-
Escaping the box where I'm trapped;
New. View. Unveiling from pinned cloak of fear-
Things were not as they did appear:
Mobilising change with new branches
A tree with a generation that advances.
Copyright © Andrea Manno | Year Posted 2024
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