I wrote this after hearing about the wonderful election results in Ireland.
I am one of those who have been charmed by this amazing young woman and her cause, so I wanted to channel some of my feelings into poetry.
Imagine that you are a young woman, walking through your neighborhood, the place you have lived for all of your life. Perhaps you’ve had moments when you haven’t felt completely safe, all women go through that now and then especially at night, but nothing you have experienced thus far prepared you for the man that suddenly walks up to you, slams your head into a nearby car and yells racial slurs at you, telling you that you don’t belong here.
This thing happened to a young woman in a suburb to Stockholm, Sweden this past Friday. What was her only crime?
She wore an Islamic headscarf, or hijab.
Another bit of poetry, another attempt to be political, but in an artful way.
I’ve been holding back this post I wrote a few days now, because it’s one of the most…political rants I’ve ever written. But…Hey, I just reached 100 followers. Time to celebrate with a rant. (And scare everyone away. ;))
Another poetry day, inspired by Wendy Davis and her filibuster in Texas.