The Reign Of Women
A place where hearts are free
Against the chains that once held in silence
Gender equality, all we're meant to be.
We're daughters, sisters, mothers, friends
In every heart, a flame ablaze
Like the dragoness That once did
Showing her might and glory
Igniting change in magical ways
Now I will recall the story
Women where not
Truly destined for stoves
They once had fought
High up in the clouds
Dragoness The Fire princess
No chains of duty held her down
Men never cooked, they were far in distance!
No limits set on her golden crown
To give mankind The dragon's Breath
Women dominated the fire
It was the sparkling fire birth
Hence they became the kitchen lighter
Dear all women,
Together we make a billion
Be brave and break the prison
You fire the stove
Dragoness fires kitchen
Look high above
Continue to own your rights
It is the dragon's breath
It's okay to fight days and nights
Inequality and discrimination's death
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 5 hours ago in Feast
Comments (2)
Beautiful. Happy international womens day!
This was very powerful! Loved your poem!