'That's Weird'- That's what [they] say...
poems don't rhyme and girls-
they just don't write. Body, mind,
soul?- her purpose decided, it's name:
Eden. The nature of Woman
controlled by juicy appetite; senses,
'That's a dangerous one'- That's what [they] say...
less capable of understanding, inferiority-
practice what you preach. A No Name
Woman, simply best. Her place? Drain
the shriveled teat. East a rooster's orgasm tickles
the vermillion-red sun. Scholarly practices,
'That's left to the man'- That's what [they] say...
never question the rationale, swollen-
virile lobes lubed in canonized methods. Aesthetics,
"ON YOUR KNEES!" screams the teacher, spit
shine daily. Thrust the pen, cherry ink bleeds no credibility.
Subversive limbs claw, pink meat rips,
'That's an animal, a free one- That's what [I] say...
Sydney,
ReplyDeleteThis poem carries a lot of punch for feminist hatred of patriarchal power. Phrases like "swollen-virile lobes lubed in canonized methods" speak volumes about traditional church values. Sexual intonations, like "rooster orgasms" and "cherry ink bleeds" are good metaphors for masculine and feminine sexuality. Using "[they]say" sarcastically depersonalizes the patriarchy and makes them the appropriate "other." The animal reference in the last line reiterates the degrading quality of earlier lines.
I think "practice what you preach" doesn't fit very well with the overall theme of your poem and is too cliche. Also, I would like to see some kind of answer to the question "Her place?" other than just what she is told.
Overall, I find your poem expresses well the viciousness of a caged animal--a female one, of course.