Female empowerment poetry
Burn Those Pretty Bows
An invitational wild woman poetry
Everyone welcomes a smiling women
she’s exactly where the world wants her to be
a woman who cooks, cleans, gives, cares and forgets her existenze
a woman with pretty bows in her hair
and dirt under her nails
because that’s the way the world silences her name
the way she becomes suitable to exist
because dirty hands
and tired feet
are the price she must pay
to exists
but some women rise up
and say enough is enough
they burn the pretty bows in their hair
and allow the tresses to run wild
wash their hands clean
and throw out that dreaded broomstcik
because all woman deserve
to rest in their raw wild selves
they deserve to live a life of couldn’t care less
It’s either that
or keep sweeping away their dreams
with that old dirty broomstick.
Fuck that!
who’s going to burn their pretty bows with me?
A nourishing thought:
“The doors to the world of the wild are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estes-Women Who Run With the Wolves
Writer’s note: I’m Egypt, a multi-passionate writer and poet. I write on many themes. I particularly like to shine a light on areas related to my experience as a woman in a patriarchal society. Have a read of some of my other writing and poetry below. Also, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments, thank you.
