[-] Plumeria@beehaw.org 2 points 1 year ago

Yes! That's what made me write the poem. It's so unfair. Sometimes I get really angry about it and sometimes just sad.

[-] Plumeria@beehaw.org 2 points 1 year ago

I get it, it really sounds amazing to feel free to do that and not worried for once.
Unfortunately I'm very much not a dog person, especially not a big dog person.

[-] Plumeria@beehaw.org 3 points 1 year ago

I had a pattern like that in my head when I wrote it and I'm glad to read that it came across that way.

Though I messed up in the "hear" stanza. I like to pretend it symbolises the reality catching up and leaving no room for relaxation. But I really just couldn't think of a rhyme for "chirp" 😂

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submitted 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) by Plumeria@beehaw.org to c/feminism@beehaw.org

I don't know if content like this is welcome here. I thought that probably many here can relate and I needed to vent. But I don't want to spam the community with something it wasn't intended for, so please feel free to tell me if this doesn't fit here and I'll delete the post.

I really love being outside at night and I would love to go for walks after dark. But when I'm alone outside at night, like a few days ago, I often get very tense and can't enjoy it as much as I want to. It's partly because of bad experiences and I guess partly because everyone always tells women how dangerous it is (not completely unjustified of course). I hate it and it makes me really sad sometimes. So I vented my feelings by writing this poem:

I want to walk the streets at night.
I don’t want to be told to hide --
To be careful -- not to risk
Walking solo, even brisk.

I want to see the stars shine bright,
Watch the day’s slow-fading light.
Not to glance with every step
If there’s someone at my back.

I want to smell the flowers sweet
In the night air by the street;
Not the beer-breath and the sweat
Of a slow-approaching threat.

I want to hear the crickets chirp,
Not the hooting of some twerp,
Cat-calls, jeers, a “compliment”
Which make me feel so impotent.

I want to feel alone and free,
The night’s invigorating breeze.
Not fear that if I’m not alert,
I’ll get grabbed and I’ll get hurt.

Feel free to share your own thoughts and experiences in the comments or vent a bit with me!

[-] Plumeria@beehaw.org 8 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

I always watch sadly
Those giving their vote
To people who'd gladly
Cut open their throat.

They follow their hate,
They don't spot the lies.
~~Rich man owns the state~~,
Rich man's gaining weight,
The poor one just dies.

Edit: changed a line

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Anxiety, a poem (beehaw.org)
submitted 1 year ago by Plumeria@beehaw.org to c/writing@beehaw.org

Deep in the darkness
The fear slowly rises;
Down in the shadows
Where gloomy thoughts dwell.

Watch as it waxes,
There are no disguises,
No hope of evading
Its all-crippling spell.

Plumeria

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