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.
ReplyDeleteWhat a powerful poem and a plea that certainly resonates - Jae
ReplyDeletePowerful, Warrior Poet. Those two closing lines are especially superb.
ReplyDeleteI really like the intensity of this poem, and the repetition. The poem gives me a feeling of power. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteYou can bury my bones but I'll still breathe, I just love that so Susie! So much strength and beautiful determination in your poem! An anthem of truth!
ReplyDelete"You can bury my bones, but I'll still breathe." I. Love. That. Such strength in your words, Susie.
ReplyDelete“You can bury my bones, / but I’ll still breathe.” Fantastic.
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