The Musings of a Modern Feminist

An amateur poet's take on feminism

Moving to Tumblr


I’ve decided to shift over to tumblr because then I can run my poetry blog and personal blog from the same place.

the url is amodernfeminist.tumblr.com

Over and Over and Over Again


I know that I’ve already written about street¬†harassment¬†before. But it’s something that does deeply affect me. The harassment that I have faced has always been brief and fairly mild: a quick grope, a catcall, a leer. But nonetheless, it’s something that ruins my day; I end up miserable, irritable, I cry. I hope that people realise that catcalls, leers and gropes aren’t compliments, having someone shout ‘hey sugar tits’ isn’t flattering, it’s often frightening. Having my space invaded, having someone reduce me to the sacks of fat a carry on my chest or lower back is not pleasant.

But I digress, I present to you: over and over and over again

Light touch
Quick feel
Hours, or days
‘Till it heals.

How did you walk?
What did you wear?
Make up on your face?
Flowers in your hair?

They think you’re pretty!
It’s just attention.
Nothing bad
Just a bit of fun!

I close my eyes
See the leers
Got to shut out
The pain, the tears.

But it passes,
And fades away
For a few short weeks
For a few short days.

Until that light tough
That quick feel
And it’s hours, or days
‘Till it heals.

 

Back!


Well I’m back! As for news, there’s not much to report.

My exams are now over (at last) and I am free to write as much poetry as I please, sort of.

I’m finally on Tumblr! It’s a personal blog that will contain lots of things I like such as food, films, games, books and cute things.

http://thepastryalchemist.tumblr.com/

I’ll be running a Geist: The Sin-Eaters campaign. It’s one of the less popular New World of Darkness (analog RPG) systems, but I love the rules and feel of it. Campaign notes shall be posted on my tumblr.

I might shift this blog over to tumblr altogether, depending on if I actually like Tumblr or not.

Poems shall be posted again from Tuesday so enjoy!

AModernFeminist

Hiatus


My A levels start nest week, so I am going to take a break from poetry writing until late June. So blogging with recommence on 26th June.

Apologies to anyone who regularly reads this and I’ll make sure that the next set of poems are better than my last!

A brief encounter


He looks and gawks and ogles and stares
At my legs and hips and bum and hair
Taking me apart peace by piece
Heart pounding like a dog in heat.

He cares not for my voice nor my name
Just for my fleshy mortal frame
Possessing my image for his delight
To keep him company one lonely night.

Leaving me bare, vulnerable, alone
A naked girl so far from home.
Not a scrap of cloth to hide behind
To shield me from his lecherous mind.

I remember the place those like him gave me
A caged sex toy,  never to be free.
He moves on, a sigh of relief
A harrowing encounter, though very brief.

From the Soul


Tears
Tears fall
At the latest jibe
At how tall
Or short
Or fat
Or thin
Or that
We wear the wrong
Clothes, make up
Shoes; We mus conform
To their made up
Rules
And regulations.

We’re being made
Less than human.
Not even close
To a woman:
Little more
Than a mass
Of parts
To be passed
Between men.

We cry
And weep
As our sisters’
Blood seeps
Into the soil
Crying for justice.

We Count Too


I suppose this poem is fairly self explanatory and was inspired by this a short piece on tumblr

http://whoneedsfeminism.tumblr.com/post/21037317092/i-need-feminism-because-no-matter-how-many-comics

So remember, We Count Too – enjoy!

We are fans
We are not attention seekers
We like Hans
And DC
And Marvel
We like to see
Our favourite characters
In cross overs
And ships
Just as much as you.

We are not treats
Or accesories
Tender meats
To be comsumed at your pleasure.
We are human
In every weight and measure.
Do not dismiss us
Or deride us
Because we challenge your
Sick power fantasy.

Don’t we deserve our space?
To talk and discuss online
The case
Of Who Shot First
Without being told to sit down
Or at worst
Threatened with assault or rape?
Why do we deserve to be raped?
Why are we ‘ugly dykes’
For opening our mouths?

The Whole Industry


We’re back to feminism this week. So I present this week’s poem:

They say it’s not enough
Never enough
You need more stuff
To make yourself acceptable
Average.
Too much fat
Too little
It’s just that
it’s in the wrong place
The wrong distribution.

Here, buy this cream
This serum
It’ll make you seem
Beautiful
For just an instant

Then you need to buy more
And more
And more
And more….

You must be paler
Or darker
Bigger
Or thinner
Just not yourself
Never yourself.

He’s Alive


Since it is Eastertide I decided to write a poem based around the Resurrection. It is super important to all Christians since the Passion, Resurrection and Ascension forms the basis of the Christian faith and makes sense of the whole New Testament. Without that, Jesus would be just another prophet.

He’s alive
And risen
We have a reason to strive
And keep on living.

He suffered
And he died
His heart sputtered
And gave out.

But no more.
Death has lost it’s sting
We know what life is for
What we are meant to be.

Love well and love all
Regardless of who they are
Love lest you fall
Into the darkness of sin.

He’s alive
Then and nore and forever
And we have a reason to strive
And keep on living.

Sorry! (Again)


Seriously, I am pretty useless and keeping up with my not that demanding release schedule. Oh well, never mind. I will do my best to keep up to date from here on out and I’ll be sure to give a heads up if I need to miss a week.

Anyway, Happy Easter to everyone who reads this and God Bless

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