Maydays: Poem – Free Verse – “Delicate and Strong” #Maydays



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Thanks to K.L. Caley of net2writing for hosting #Maydays Prompts. Today’s prompt is girl power.

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She flicks her hair back, examining her face. 

Makeup perfect, eyes smoked with cat flicks.

Blue eyes, peering back at her, clear and focused —

About to work-out in a gym full of men, 

She rolls her shoulders, bare but built.

Self-defence requires strong muscles, 

Carrying kids, moving furniture around;

Working out in a gym surrounded by men can be hard.

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Males eat her with their eyes, staring at her rounded curves.

Examining her from her blond ponytail, 

To her hands plane of nail polish, picking up weights.

Her makeup is smearing, 

Her tattoo visible on her upper back, 

A poppy for peace, and the names of her children.

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They’re eyeing her up, like a piece of steak.

Rare and beautiful, she doesn’t return their gaze.

She’s got a man, and he values her love.

She gave him her heart, so she’s not going to —

Squander his love, on an ogling gym rat.

Making a meal of her, when she was fatter;

And now that she’s thinner, doesn’t matter her size —

Putting up with catcalling, men brushing too closely.

Sexually explicit conversations about her, 

Loud through her head phones playing:

Beyoncé, Carry Underwood, and Alicia Keys.
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Finishing working on her back and onto her arms, 

She stands up and walks, for cleaner to wipe the weights off.

A cavalier man gives her yoga pant wearing butt a slap,

Self-defence in motion, with an elbow to the nose, 

A knee to the crotch, shoving man to the floor.

Tears in her eyes, she’s been here to often. 

But she’s built up walls and she’s made herself strong, 

Wishing men wouldn’t value her for her tank top and yoga pants, 

Her body showing skin, doesn’t give men the right to objectify her.

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But she has power behind her body; a strong mind and integrity, 

A God who builds her up, when she is stark afraid,

Staring at the man on the floor groaning, she offers her hand.

She’s sweating, fighting tears; as strong as she is delicate,

It’s hard for a woman to keep the balance of life, in her life, 

And if you really love a woman, you know her strength lies, 

In the moments of life, that haunt her the most.

In the strength she draws from experience, 

And in those she loves the most. 

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Alicia Keys – ” Girl On Fire “

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Poem: Cinquin – “No Regrets.”


A Cinquin is an unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

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I thought,

Snow falling would,

Would cover the evidence.

But the cops are not stupid they–

Found him.

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Gasping, 

I wonder when,

They will come to my door,

And take me away and finger print–

My hands.

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They’ll search,

In my dresser,

They’ll find something of his,

The gun he carried trying to–

Force me.

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I fought

I wouldn’t let–

Him hurt me, not my body.

He injured me with his body first.

I cried.

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Lurking,

I saw him here,

He wanted me again, 

So, I picked up his gun and I,

Shot him.

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They’ll lock,

Me away when, 

They identify him, 

No one knows how he hurt me first.

He’s dead.

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I’ll go,

To prison because he,

Was a monster and I,

Killed him when he tried again, I’ve

No regrets. 

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