Sometimes I get asked about why I feel the way I feel about how important women really are, how they are treated, how I should think or even feel about, my reply to a question from I once met a model....
Michael, I could really go off on an all out tangent, I guess I see many younger women than most; here in the town I live it’s horrific, nationally near as bad. The view of being a woman is it ba...ckwards everywhere?
There is nothing political about it, I can lay story after story on you of courage, leadership, desire, achievement against the odds, heroes to a one. Their stories inspire my poems, my brood over fears for my own young daughter, the things I have seen and herd done the challenges they actually face, personal up-close in your face dissembling of their very being. Sure I seen some changes over my career, all of them worsened from family to friends.
Their stories can silence a crowd, I lay no doubt, their courage and their shame twisted from what I have done, I know I can only try to express a best attempt at matching such desire, such courage to be seen for who they really are, how beautiful how courageous how much a woman they really are. One horrific “Shame Based” story after story for what, being a woman beautiful and honorable beyond belief….
Oops sorry I too can express that topic well, watched for too many years not to have solid values about that, I get so worked up my older boys want me to go to a feminist rally, ones girl keeps pushing, I think I would end up in jail I hear that kind of discrimination and how it is delivered with shame I loose it every time, that piece of mind of mine carries the weight of some real history, watching friends. My Heart aches every time I see that contempt.
With but a twist of my wrest the flash of a pen upon paper, and the sound of a click, for their stories are done, I could do a top ten list, with image in question, what was done to a one. I hope that’s okay cause I kind of did the basics of just one.
Michael, I could really go off on an all out tangent, I guess I see many younger women than most; here in the town I live it’s horrific, nationally near as bad. The view of being a woman is it ba...ckwards everywhere?
There is nothing political about it, I can lay story after story on you of courage, leadership, desire, achievement against the odds, heroes to a one. Their stories inspire my poems, my brood over fears for my own young daughter, the things I have seen and herd done the challenges they actually face, personal up-close in your face dissembling of their very being. Sure I seen some changes over my career, all of them worsened from family to friends.
Their stories can silence a crowd, I lay no doubt, their courage and their shame twisted from what I have done, I know I can only try to express a best attempt at matching such desire, such courage to be seen for who they really are, how beautiful how courageous how much a woman they really are. One horrific “Shame Based” story after story for what, being a woman beautiful and honorable beyond belief….
Oops sorry I too can express that topic well, watched for too many years not to have solid values about that, I get so worked up my older boys want me to go to a feminist rally, ones girl keeps pushing, I think I would end up in jail I hear that kind of discrimination and how it is delivered with shame I loose it every time, that piece of mind of mine carries the weight of some real history, watching friends. My Heart aches every time I see that contempt.
With but a twist of my wrest the flash of a pen upon paper, and the sound of a click, for their stories are done, I could do a top ten list, with image in question, what was done to a one. I hope that’s okay cause I kind of did the basics of just one.
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