The Emancipation of Eve ~ Digital Collage ~ by Susie Clevenger
You can bury my bones,
but I’ll still breathe.
No matter how many
voices try to talk my mind blind,
I’ve been cradled in women's wisdom
even before I was born.
Eyes wide awake, hand to the pen
paper smells of ink, ocean stinks of men.
There’s no lift in a hand that only
touches bottom, or change when
a wheel moves backwards
in a world moving forward.
My feet don’t like to dance a loop.
My head hates dizzy, my body
argues in the forced stand still.
You can bury my bones,
but I’ll still breathe.
Keep trying to talk me blind,
I’ll keep forcing you to see.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Keep the 'tude going, Susie, they will not talk us into submission! That line "talk my mind blind" is so descriptive.
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