Tara poetry
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Domination
They didn’t want me
Yet, were glad I was there for the taking
Making me look ‘crazy’
But, when I’m saying I’m not crazy
Even to those party to your plot
Society makes me look more so
The book end, for observation only,
that sanity forgot
His words, his charisma
Made true, when the story drops
And, all I wanted was to reach for specks
of appreciation, in a world of dark
Wanted to feel I mattered as a person
Slowly releasing some of misogyny’s restraints internally
After beating and torturing myself
for re-puncturing my own heart
But, it wasn’t I that, first, stabbed the sword into me
Reminding myself a million times over, that
we are worth more
You’d trained me to continue doing
your work
Takes years for the clouds to, only begin, to part
And when they do, will they always pour?
Needing approval, less, from strangers
in order to determine my worth
A scattered soul, a performance
You taught me what was important
and, sadly, you got in there first
I’m not here to be subservient
My body isn’t the problem
It’s your entitlement to our curves
Your voice, your control
Your reasoning
When you talk like your commentary
is our destiny
When you try to convince someone of something, in desperation
It makes it feel less true
That was the place I felt stuck in
A shaming culture that we grow in
Your rule book was supposed to be our fuel
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The sun must be a woman
Because, who else, would give so much love?
Warmth and understanding
A vision of outside, celebration
Timed by the darkness.. and covering up
Rain beats down through us
As if, wanting to demonstrate it’s force and power
We withstand and give the serenity of heat
and cool with our own showers
But everything that is unspoken
Is women and our true force
The s t show going off
We are furious, fight and stand our ground
Unappreciated and boxed into a template
Untruths surmounted, but buried deep within the earth’s core
That’s where, shamed, we rise
as attacking moments compound
The sunshine is told to ‘be nice’
Maternal and loving
A little assertive, perhaps, but never never ‘too much’
The ice attempts to freeze us
and creates barriers
But sun and ice can Co - exist
In fact, some might call it
Wading through slush
Truth is, we speak, to melt down the slippy spots
While being ordered to ‘smile love’
Realities minimised
Ownership of our bodies assumed
Resenting us speaking
But, who else could warm each other
with their rays
While setting the world on fire
We are the vessels of love
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