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April is National Poetry Month, and while I am going to attempt to read a poem every day during it, I wanted to share some with you. Not my own; maybe that will come, someday, but not now.

I feel that this is an appropriate poem to follow up yesterday’s post. It’s also one of my favorites. I discovered it last semester when I was looking for a poem in the Contemporary American Poetry book I have – borrowed lovingly from Cindy, my stepmother. When I discovered it, I was enamored because, well, I have big hips. That night I ended up running into my neighbors’ room and reciting it loudly with very big hand gestures. It was a goofy night, but it felt SO good to read this aloud. I highly recommend it.

“Homage to my Hips”
Lucille Clifton

these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

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Women’s History Month is ending, and I would just like to say:

I’m proud to be a woman.

I’m thankful for the women who have come before me, the strong ones who fought for my rights to choose, vote, and be heard. I’m thankful for the women in science, math, industry, politics, and overall have challenged the stereotypes of their fields, and the ones who may not have spoke out, but continued to love and raise their families; that takes a different kind of strength.

I have my strengths and weaknesses. I am real. I am a real woman. I’d say I’m a rather complex, real woman. I don’t want to go into a complete tirade here, though I’d love to discuss it more. It’s just that I have been reading a lot of literature concerning female characters and arguing about femininity, feminism, and the social backlash against women lately. I am moved by the stories of other women (Bonnie Bremser and Hettie Jones), and I have thought about myself as a woman.

Of course, I’ve begun to question who I really am lately.

I’ve actually started to reject my normal behavior.

It scares me and excites me.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I know where I have been and where I am now.

In the end, I just want to be happy, and I want to be a woman I am comfortable with, no matter what anyone else thinks.After all, it is my life, and I have rights. That’s all that should really matter.

So, to the women before me: THANK YOU!

To my female comrades: I appreciate you and embrace you!

And to the women after me: Make the world yours, and be who you truly feel to be.

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