women's rights poems

A Petty Bud | Mehak Gupta Grover - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

A Petty Bud | Mehak Gupta Grover

A little kernel in the mother’s womb,
I lie sheltered in her protective amniotic fluid,
dreaming of a calm and joyous futurity.
But, alas, I’m roused from sleep.
“I”, yes I am a girl!
Let me acquaint myself-
I have the same flesh, same bones, same eyes, same nose.
I am also a human, is it?
Still, I have to feel the pain of being a girl!
Why am I considered feeble?
Why do the hoarding says- for old-aged, handicapped and WOMEN!
Why my own people are making me imbecile?
When it comes to morality, there is always one rule for me
and other for the antipode.
Do we actually enact what we say?
We talk about equality- do we follow it?
We talk about right and wrong- do we accept it?
We talk so much and implement so little.
So many questions rises in my head and makes me go weak at my knees.
Still, I am proud of myself.
I have succeeded in stepping up your ranks.
You said my gender would not let me achieve success.
You held me back, demotivated me. I thank you.
Your “wise words” made me try my hardest and today I am
an officer, a CEO, a Prime Minister, a boxer and even a wife and a mother.
And, let me promulgate, multitasking is not your cup of tea.
Today, I stand on the same podium as you,
that I can do everything and more than you can,
that I am the best thing that could ever have happened to you and this world.
Yes, I am a girl and I am proud of myself.

More at https://www.facebook.com/thehumanequest/.

Ode to Roy Moore and Governor Kay Ivey | Eliza Mimski - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Ode to Roy Moore and Governor Kay Ivey | Eliza Mimski

Thank you, Alabama
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you for Roy Moore
We couldn’t ask for more.

Thank you, Alabama
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you for Kay Ivey
She really helps our psyche.

Thank you to Roy Moore
his mores on the floor
Thank you to Kay Ivey
She makes us feel so grimy
We wish we’d had a father
We wish we’d had a mother
We wish we’d had a father
We wish we’d had a mother
We wish we’d had a father and a mother
Just like you.

Thank you to Roy Moore for all you’ve done for girls and women
Thank you to Kay Ivy for all you’ve done for girls and women

Darn that Alabama
You are our top banana
We love your politicians
Gosh darn it they are Christians

Hubba hubba hubba hubba
We gotta gotta gotta love ya!

More at https://elizamimski.wordpress.com/.

Legislators v. Her | Alexandre Bartolo - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Legislators v. Her | Alexandre Bartolo

Nightcrawlers fill your tonsils, beaconing
false beetles towards eerie lepers. Fit

weary scarfs around legislators, disheartened
from feminists’ marches.

“Those fetal coincidental miscalculations!
Where was our pharmaceutical latex?”

“We didn’t laboriously get paid to endure
unshaven armpits!”

Parasites, elephants whose genes changed
by Linkage near to reincarnation engorge

laundry rooms, wombs and Her call to
living will.

Look across lucky neighborhoods where
daughters can afford crossing borders, eager

to adjure a Mount Venus’ climber,
executing their fathers’ shame.

The Beautiful Presidential Granddaughter | Karlo Sevilla - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

The Beautiful Presidential Granddaughter | Karlo Sevilla

Last September, she lit up social media with her fashionista photos:

Beautiful in black ensemble, grey Celine mini.
Beautiful in Gucci Ace embroidered sneakers.
Beautiful wearing Chanel quilted ballerina flats.

This December, Malacañang Palace is aglow with her pre-debut shoot:

Beautiful floating on the train of her red gown.
Beautiful in another of cream leaves.
Beautiful in a floral printed dress.

Come January, at her debut, I wonder if her grandfather will repeat the following:

“Those who were raped in the past, were really beautiful.
Worth going to jail for, worth dying for.”

More at https://twitter.com/KarloSevilla.

The Possibility | Alexandre Bartolo - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

The Possibility | Alexandre Bartolo

Imagine the sparkling possibility
that women could have a mammogram, or
a gynecologist test them for the possibility
of cervical cancer developed after a
an XY being has pressed them to do
anything without proper protection.
Imagine this possibility tripled,
without some man of faith blowing up a
women’s health clinic because they only perform abortions,
and the doctors mix the fetuses with cola and then we buy soda.
Imagine now the remote powerful possibility of
living without any human interfering in their
ability to choose.
Imagine, please, the possibility.

I Believe the Women, Yes | Eliza Mimski - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

I Believe the Women, Yes | Eliza Mimski

He might be
A conservative Republican
But when he said
“I believe the women, yes,”
Speaking up against Roy Moore
I loved him.
Just hearing those words,
Light shot through me.
Women want to be believed.
Not being believed makes it hard for us to
Speak up.

More at https://elizamimski.wordpress.com/.

No Longer Silent | Peggy Turnbull - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

No Longer Silent | Peggy Turnbull

We converge in a large room
to honor literature
and those who write it.

Most of us are white.
Most of us are women.
Most of us wear glasses.

Margaret Atwood reminds us
that if today’s government
were truly theocratic
most of us would be at home tonight.

We would not read novels.
We would not read,
would not have been taught

Looking at each other,
women of many sizes
and ages, we realize
that here is a rebellion
that suits us. To read
is to resist patriarchy.
And to write, even more so.

In this gathering,
I take the silent vow
of the insurgent:
to never again
feel shame about splashing
my life and thoughts upon the page,
to push past the boundaries
I find that shut off subjects
or voices from me.
I will resist the desire
to stay safe behind them.

Remember the young men,
painfully thin, despised,
purple lesions a pink triangle
of perceived transgression,
how they wrote poems
about their short lives
and left voices that still speak?

From now on, that is me.
Brave in intimacy with pen
and screen. Fearless
about what others think
of me. Ready to spit,
to surge, to erupt
with words.

More at https://peggyturnbull.blogspot.com/.

Best Poetry Online