The battle rages on between society & myself.
A couple of simple rules; like keep your hands to yourself.
The hierarchy of life & what I think it should be
Can you go AWOL if you aren’t in the army?
Wishing on stars hasn’t gotten me that far
It’s like drowning in a bottomless pit of tar.
Anticipating the gurgle, no substance to hold on to.
I just want to live life but fighting only makes me sink further.
I am tired of being fake & no I didn’t ask to play.
God, I feel like blowing my head off today!
It’s a competition of who knows who?
Fuck everyone, fuck today, & fuck you.
If you are going to write about wars and battles, I can’t help thinking of how many military leaders and artists put Medusa’s image on somewhere on their soldiers–on a shield, on a breast plate, etc. Seems she should be mentioned here, too, particularly since it’s a poem expressing “female rage.” So, I’m doing to now! (To everyone else, we are talking about Medusa over at the support group, and I predict she is going to become a theme here at SHS.)
Comment by Jennifer — September 9, 2009 @ 1:08 am
Yeah I noticed that when I was doing my research so many different people used her image as a guardian or protector. They even said that women would put her face on the front of stoves so that children would be afraid to touch it in case it was hot!
I think making her a theme would be an awesome idea. When I think of her I think of power and that is what I am in search of now is finding my strength to stand up for myself and the power to set boundaries so that I won’t put myself into the same situations I have before.
Cheers to Medusa and her eternal legacy!!!
Comment by VANGOGH — September 9, 2009 @ 10:14 am
WHEN I WAS ME
Why is she here what does she want
Is there something I’ve done must I always be watched
Around corners and behind bookshelves she lies in wait
With my co-workers watching will someone help me
My minds in a fog I can’t sleep or eat
Is she outside my window spying on me
You’re a rank corporate monster your face makes me sick
I wish you’d get a hobby or take a permanent trip
The devil incarnate you never fooled me
You’re a creep and a liar keep your hands off of me
My world is held captive by your legal mess
From the moment I met you I knew you were death
I want to be free I wish to be strong
I wish to forget all that went wrong
I’d like to dream and not see your face
I’d like to remember when I was me
Comment by Dacia Esme — July 18, 2010 @ 9:45 am