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77 Percent Equal MAG

November 23, 2014
By sherwat56 SILVER, Darien, Connecticut
sherwat56 SILVER, Darien, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
..."because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?" ~R.D. Blackmore


She’s twenty-three, a clever
little thing
with dreams bigger than the blue eyes she caught him with.
He loves her, or so he says,
loves her so much that if she’s seen with another guy she’ll end up dead.
So she stays,
stuck in a daze
spinning between bruises and kisses
a mouse wandering a maze.
He says she should feel lucky,
after all look at her prize,
a guy who thinks that love means purple rings circling her eyes.
But what’s to believe?
Why’s she wearing long sleeves?
It’s the middle of August, how can she even breathe?
Well it turns out she hasn’t taken a breath in a while,
a warrior fighting behind the flimsy shield of a false smile.
But the story’s over,
I’m sure you’ve all heard it before
splashed across the back page
only there’s no uproar.

But let’s move along, there’s another story to tell,
another city, another woman, I’m sure you know it well.
She’s around thirty-three, determined to succeed,
ready to take on the world since the ripe age of three.
But apparently her failure was the plaid skirt
she was wearing on the train,
exhausted from a long day of work.
After all that’s what matters, it’s the question she was asked,
by a beady-eyed man, glaring down
at her from his self-righteous
wooden stand.
Bring the skirt up to testify,
it’s a quarter inch too short.
How’s anyone able to resist,
who’s even seen a leg before?
The trial was over before it began
it was over before the skirt was folded on the witness stand.

And so the last story finally begins,
a mother sitting on her daughter’s bed, her face looking grim,
pack pepper spray, and don’t wear that there,
bring a flashlight, always travel
in pairs.
And whatever you do,
don’t say the F-word
you’re not a man-hater,
don’t let it be heard!
Just take your 77 cents, and don’t
be proud,
remember the world is your oyster,
and keep your voice down.



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on Jul. 5 2016 at 5:57 pm
dont.cry.little.girl. SILVER, Ooltewah, Tennessee
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Hello! I and a friend of mine create spoken word and poetry videos. Because we love it so much, we were wondering if we could use your writing in one. Of course, we always credit the original author. We just wanted to ask beforehand.

on Oct. 22 2015 at 12:35 pm
LittleRedDeliriousPrince SILVER, Parma Heights, Ohio
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Interesting and mysterious

on Nov. 29 2014 at 1:42 pm
sherwat56 SILVER, Darien, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
..."because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?" ~R.D. Blackmore

Thank you so much! That's a very kind compliment and I'm glad you liked it! :)

Lilia PLATINUM said...
on Nov. 29 2014 at 1:18 am
Lilia PLATINUM, El Cajon, California
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Favorite Quote:
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. ~ Rumi

chills. goosebumbs. My favorite teacher and I always get into intense conversations about these very topics (he's very passionate about women's rights). I love how this poem is so beautifully written. I think I might share this with him acutally! Bravo!!