I am not a woman
I am the spray of the sea over a rocky shoreline
I am not a woman
I am the taste of ash on your tongue
I am not a woman
I am the brown of leaves after they fall
I am not a woman
I am sleepless nights spent crying
I am not a woman
I am shaking hands and painted nails
I am not a woman
I am the rust of old keys
I am not a woman
I am the scratching of a pencil in the silence
I am not a woman
I am the in-between of space and time
I am not a woman
I am not a woman
- Author: Kinsey Peterson ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2023 09:59
- Comment from author about the poem: What are you when you aren't what you've been told to be?
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
- Users favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou
Comments3
Holy Mother Teresa and Virgin Mary!!!!!!!!!
Lawdd, this was a poem!!!!
A poem!!!!!!!!
Omg this reminded me of a song from Mitski called "Wife."
It follows this same sense of "nothingness" that you depict.
In it she sings, "I cannot bear you a son, but I will try, for if I am not yours what am I?"
Regardless, I can't help but notice the underlying despair in this poem.
It's so pensive and deep and I feel like your screaming for help without even screaming.
Female suppression is so cruel and absurd.
I think the word "mansplaining" sums most of it up.
I swear this poem keeps on reminding me of Mitski!!
In the line where you wrote: "I am not a woman / I am shaking hands and painted nails"
There is literally another song of hers called "Bag of Bones" and she croons this depressive intro:
"I'm all used up, pretty boy, over and over again
My nail colors are wearing off
See my hands, pretty boy, what do they tell you?
'Cause I've looked down at them not knowing why"
Thank you for displaying your vulnerability in this piece, it's striking and real.
I can only pray you won't feel this way for long
I wrote this a few days before my last attempt on my life. The fact that the pain is so obvious to you is astounding. I'm also impressed in your taste of music.... are you a hozier fan by chance???
Hello again Joan .. I am not usually lost for words, but on this occasion, I echo those written by my fine reviewing predecessor Rocky Lagou who has used the words I wish I had found earlier ..
thank you regardless Neville, your time and effort are much more worthwhile
Really sad writing .. sorry for your sadness
sadness can inspire beauty- we simply have to see it as a part of the artistic cycle and recognize that one can not know sadness without having joy to compare it to. I hope for your sake that you have remained in joyful times my love
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