Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A Woman's Day: Be Bold For Change

“There is no chance on the welfare of the world unless the condition of the women is improved. It is not possible for a bird to fly on only one wing.” —  Swami Vivekananda

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“Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed of great endurance, and strength. They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, their mate, and their pack. Yet both have been hounded, harassed and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors.” — Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Midweek Motif ~ A Woman’s Day: Be Bold For Change

International Women’s Day, originally called International Working Women’s Day, is celebrated on March 8 every year.

It’s a global day to honor women’s achievement in social, economic, cultural and political spheres.

This year’s theme is “Be Bold For Change”. And it is all for ‘a better working world – a more inclusive, gender equal world’.

What about us? Are we ready to be Bold For Change?

Write your lines keeping this theme in your mind.

The Laughter of Women

by Lisel Mueller

The laughter of women sets fire

to the Halls of Injustice

and the false evidence burns

to a beautiful white lightness

It rattles the Chambers of Congress

and forces the windows wide open

so the fatuous speeches can fly out

The laughter of women wipes the mist

from the spectacles of the old;

it infects them with a happy flu

and they laugh as if they were young again

Prisoners held in underground cells

imagine that they see daylight

when they remember the laughter of women

It runs across water that divides,

and reconciles two unfriendly shores

like flares that signal the news to each other

What a language it is, the laughter of women,

high-flying and subversive.

Long before law and scripture

we heard the laughter, we understood freedom.

Woman Work

by Maya Angelou

I’ve got the children to tend

The clothes to mend

The floor to mop

The food to shop

Then the chicken to fry

The baby to dry

I got company to feed

The garden to weed

I’ve got shirts to press

The tots to dress

The can to be cut

I gotta clean up this hut

Then see about the sick

And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine

Rain on me, rain

Fall softly, dewdrops

And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here

With your fiercest wind

Let me float across the sky

’Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes

Cover me with white

Cold icy kisses and

Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky

Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone

Star shine, moon glow

You’re all that I can call my own.

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       (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ The Kindness of Strangers)