"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, April 7, 2017

Misogyny

Portrait of a Woman, 1895 ~ Henri Rousseau 

She can carry her weight
when rush comes to crush.

She knows when to start.
She knows how to finish.

The harder the climb,
the fewer the dimes.

She isn’t Eve,
but he plays God.

Equal is an adjective
misogyny won’t allow.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

#NaPoWriMo2017

12 comments :

Kerry O'Connor said...

She isn’t Eve,
but he plays God.

This could be the caption to any number of relationships, past, present and future.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

That is certainly the truth!! Well said.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh you totally rocked the prompt, Susie ❤️ Love those closing lines!!

paulscribbles said...

Spot on...him in his many guises playing God is bringing us all down.

De said...

What a wonderful, sassy voice in this. I love her.

Martin Kloess said...

Who is the loser? Men can be better or society can be better

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

That nails it!

Martin, my answer is that we are all the losers. Men can be better AND society can then be better.

grapeling said...

I wonder if misogyny might be otherwise described as gyn-phobia. because it sure seems to me those idiots are afraid. ~

hedgewitch said...

I saw this painting and thought how assertive it was when snooping around for mine--your couplets are like hammers here, or perhaps gavels on a podium that has been silent too long.

Sara McNulty said...

Truer words were never poemed!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Those last lines, wow!

Rommy said...

I love the strength in this, the un-ornamented confidence in who she is.

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