Women's Roar-Poem

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I am woman

Can you hear my roar

Soft curves, round hips

To dominate and explore


From our bodies come life

In such a perfect way

Food from our bodies

Never to be repaid


Strength in our shoulders

Paired with a softer side

We hold the promise

To decide the divide


I am woman

Though sometimes I forget

We work, cook and labor

Roles no longer separate


We raise children alone

As we do everything else

We juggle, we balance

With minimal help


But in reality

Still viewed as weak

Some places are worse

Told not to even speak


I am woman

And now I refuse

To hear what you say

Do what you do


Women stand tall

Your path is so clear

All options are open

No position to fear


We are women

Can you hear our roar?

Soft curves, round hips

Here to adore

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kaiyan717 4 years ago from West Virginia Author

This poem was written about the huge change in roles that this country faces. Sometimes I think women are here to be a conquest for a man, thus the explore, adore. Meaning women expect more now, we dont expect to "deal" with a bad marriage/situation, we are to be adored and no less. Dont we all want to be adored, but yet still equal.

Poetry is personal and I raise my kids alone, not that everyone does, but I will be 2nd generation single parent and thought it was appropriate. Thank you for reading and I hope everyone would put in as much thought in the reading as you did.


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Marie Flint 4 years ago from Jacksonville, FL

Charming and politically appropos. I had trouble interpreting only a few spots: hips . . . explore? and Food . . . Never to be replaced. Nor did I fully comprehend "We hold the promise . . . To decide the divide"--did you mean the division of roles between masculine and feminine?

And, while it seems you are encouraging women to be assertive, you end with what might be considered a "sexist" statement: Soft curves, round hips/Here to adore--really? Do we, as women, really want to be adored--or considered as equal?

The poem has nice form; stanzas are equal in line count except the first one has 12 lines instead of 11, as the other two. Four to five syllables per line seems fairly consistent, with a few exceptions: To dominate and explore (7); Roles no longer separate (7); But in reality (6); Told not to even speak (6).

I think this sentence needs to be qualified: We raise children alone . . . Many men today have been actively involved with child rearing--cooking, cleaning, and counseling. Maybe you could delete "alone."

Overall, I enjoyed this poem with its light rhymes. And, as the French say about the sexes, "Viva la différence!"

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