A poem written in response to those men who believe women should still be silent, deferring to the bigger HE of the world. This is my answer to them, or perhaps I should say my rant. Here’s to the insolent women in this world who speak up and refuse to keep silent, and here’s to the men who respect them, are not afraid to share power, learn from them, and listen. This poem was written in recognition of the fact it will take all of our brains and talents to move our world forward, away from the mess it is in.
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I am an insolent woman with an insolent walk. I insolently sing and I insolently talk. Wear insolent clothes and an insolent hat. If I’m in a car, I get an insolent flat.
You call me insolent and out of my place, uncomfortable because I’m right in your space. You wish that I would get back in the kitchen. I wish you’d just quit your whining and bitchin’.
Oh, splutter and mutter, like I’ve taken all the butter and left you with naught but the bread. Your hard-on won’t last long as long as I’m passed on to the boardroom or higher than your head.
Poor man-child, you think that you’ve lost. Poor man-child, no longer the boss. Just remember how you got here for you cry more tears. Women brought you into this world, the women that you fear. Get real now, quit crying, without all of us, we’ll be dying. And whether you’re on top, a-ridin’ on the range, won’t matter for our world is getting regrettably strange. We must reach to each other, sister and brother. Stop boxing with shadows deluded by fear. We can’t survive on wishes, a yearning for the past. We must unite together before we are the last on the beautiful ball called earth.
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