Daddy
by: Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time–
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
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I stare into the darkness
Hour after hour, eyes fixed
On absolute nothingness
Solitude causes me to weep
Tears drop and I remember
Reasons for my never ending pain
As though held in for ages
I am trembling once again
The loss, the pain, betrayal
Accumulated years of loss
A montage of reasons
Rips free from once failed thought
I stare into the darkest corner
Awaiting a long awaited sign
For I can place the blade
On pale skin slapped with hatred
And it will all be over, done!
Yet if he came into my darkness
Reaching out a metaphoric hand
I may release my sorrow
And be wholesome once again
I have written the words on a sheet
Placed them in a canister
Placed them high above my bed
If I die tomorrow
I will have given up reason to weep
For I have shared the words with the universe
Released them from my kind
Written down feelings smushed
In perimeters of my mind
I have felt a sense of longing
Yet am unable to share
and so I write down my longing
And set it high above the realm
Of days filled with love and sorrow
Categorized and filed
Released the damn temptation
To hold all feelings of some kind
Don’t look in my direction
For i have ceased to feel
My eyes are a fixed gaze
Lips in a smile
For I have been forced to fear
My flesh may seem beauty
Yet look closely I beg
I have cigarette burns
Whip marks and thorns
I may seem a commodity
Yet I am no one
I hold out for the hour
When I will have a minute
To tie a stocking to a pipe
And end this brutality
I may sit on my modernized couch surrounded by chachkis and imported art, yet i am no different. I may be typing on the latest design by the fabulous geniuses of Apple, yet I am not unlike them. I may be trembling in horror yet i could never know the pain some have suffered.
I have been referred to, on numerous occasions as a “mail order bride”, “slut”, or “prastitutka” (Russian for prostitute) by men of various backgrounds who have so kindly labeled me as such because my kind were in such trade in their country.
I would like to thank the bastards for their references and stereotype of slavik women and belief that we are “sexual”, “dominated”, “serving”, and ultimately “slaves”. Without your absurd comments I would have never sought the educational aspect on the situation.
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As the new year fast approaches I cannot help but think of the way we await the arrival of the first of the new year in hopes of making a fresh start. Each year we vow to get a gym membership (and actually go), quit smoking/drinking/etc, read more, take a cooking class, learn to dance, or do that one thing that we had placed on the back burner in the years passed. (more…)
(came across this in cleaning out the book closet today. “My Voice” was published in eXpressions Journal Volume 10, Issue 92 during my more productive writing days)
I try and I try; yet I can’t understand
What the hell for, you keep pulling thoughts out my head?
I am tired, fed up with your constant demands
All I want is a man by my side, holding my hand
You? You’re no man, just a boy
Lost his toy, now you want it back?
Hell no! We done, we through
What the hell for, I want to give my time to you?
You are constantly pushing and pushing
But I’m a woman not a girl
I don’t care what you want; I am here to please me
Yet you push and push, I explode from devastation
My mind’s giving up, going into vegetation.
Dang boy, you make me crazy.
I need a man, not a baby.
While I struggle to ignite the fire within and release the words to fill the ever empty sheet, I pass the mike on to you. In attempting to gather brilliant anecdotes and thoughts, i fight to entice you into the world once loved, yet ignored for decades past. I have flipped the page of many hard bound literary treats, but have yet to come upon a mind of similarity. And so i ask you to continue the thread by sharing recommendations of literary nature so we can all gather in unison and continue the tradition of reading.
Write what you may; book name, your review of it, and whatever else you may be motivated to share.
This is a sillier idea of the morning, yet receiving funny e-mails always prompts me to delete before reading. However, this morning for whatever reason I actually opened the e-mail. I finally feel like someone understands me! Thanks to my sister for staying on top of the funnies!
This is for all the men and their mothers…
This is for my hungry guests…..
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For years, women have utilized the term “little black dress”. It seems that any event deemed relevant required one to own such a wardrobe accessory. However important and necessary, we must all admit the fact that we have no knowledge of and have never attempted to find out where the term “little black dress” came from. (more…)
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