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Poem: Disguised Motherhood. A young poet writes about the grief of losing her mother. She remembers how her mother's life was when poet was a child.
Poem: Soul Chicken Soup— Slicing up the onions/ Her unwholesome stream of words/ Beating and frothing up the eggs/How could he!/How could he!
I loved a woman of my age. Young, beautiful and sensitive. Who attracted me in and out, lurking through my page.
Today is World Poetry Day. The poet here muses on whether her poetry counts for poetry, as it doesn't have meter or rhyme. But what of it, when the feelings are there.
Somewhere between, vulnerability and therapy, We found love. The kind we had not read in books, seen in movies. But the kind that was ours.
To make patriarchy, you don't need much- just a woman, a man and a marriage. And for the rest, do follow the recipe to patriarchy right here!
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