A window into the past
One year since A Modern Feminist started bloggingAugust 17th, 2012
An amateur poet's take on feminism
Seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought that I would do a poem on love. But instead of being disgustingly romantic about it, I decided to write about both sides of love, the fun bit and the hard bit (focussing on the hard bit). So yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day to all those couples celebrating the day and enjoy this little reminder about how it’s not all fun and games xx
Sometimes it will end up hurting
It goes beyond the words of affection
Beyond the sweet words and idle flirting.
True love takes work
Takes honesty and time
The fortitude to stick at it
When things aren’t ‘just fine’.
Love is spending time alone to calm down
It is arguing and it is fighting
It is checking your words when things go wrong
It is sitting alone with your thoughts and crying.
It will bring the heart new pleasure
It will lift the heart to all new heights
It brings peace and joy in equal measure.
True love is to smile
When things go wrong
To love someone
Is to separate them from the throng.
Love is when you remain steadfast and loyal
Even when others refuse.
It is to never be whimsical with your beloved’s heart
Nor play nor hurt nor use.
This is the conclusion to my previous poem. They don’t really fit very well together, but I think it has the right feel to it….well I hope it does. I hope it provides some comfort to my fellow young feminists. So, here it is: Is it Impossible?: Part 2
Being a feminist
Is not the same
As being forever alone.
It is a myth to which
Many are prone
It is much harder
To find a man
When you’re not
But it is not impossible,
By any means.
When you do
He’ll be someone
Who really gets you
And what you’re about.
So my sisters,
Don’t sell out!
If it happens,
It will be special
Take the chance
Prove your mettle!
Romance and feminism
Do fit together.
They are not so different
Not like lead and a bird’s feather.
I would to apologise in advance for the unsatisfactory ending of this poem. That’s because it isn’t actually finished; I don’t have an answer yet. When I do, I will finish it properly. Anyway, here is Is it possible?: Part 1
Romance and feminism
Can they fit together?
Or are they just too different
Like lead and a bird’s feather?
Can I desire romance and the right
To be treated as truly human?
Must I sacrifice one in the fight
To gain the other?
When I speak and rant about my cause,
Am I pushing men away?
Should I, perhaps, stop a moment
And consider the other way?
Does being a feminist truly mean
That I cannot find ‘true love’?
Is this only to be seen?
Observed from afar?
Or is this merely an excuse?
A reason for my solitude?
Is it really any use
Trying to change a thing?
I do not have these answers yet
I really do not know.
I’ll return again a little wiser
But now it’s time to go.
P.S. I don’t normally do this, but I have been asked to do a little shout out. Happy birthday to a young Chinese (now) man in my form! May this 18th year bring you hope, happiness and peace.