Sunday Bloody Sunday
Hi all,
Today is day 2 of the 30 poems in 30 days challenge.
Look at yesterdays post for more details.
The author of this poem is......ME.....
This is a poem I was asked to produce for International Woman's Day
I’m not a
size ten
Never been
petite
Suffered
throes of passion
Or lived
with conceit
In height
I’m bereft
No leggy
lofty form
Not even 5
foot
The UK norm
My face is
not symmetrical
No make-up
would repair
No artists
canvass
A painter
would despair
But inside
this frame
An esoteric
fact
No yesterday
woman
No
submissive artefact
There beats
a heart of a lion
Someone once
said
But this
strength lays within
My chest, my
breast, my head
Society sees
me simply
A frail and
withered maid
But this
country was built
On my slave
trade.
So when you
see me
Look beyond
the shell
A soldier, a
builder, a mother
The stories
I could tell
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