Word Warriorhttp://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/en-US2012-02-13T07:15:48ZSquarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)An Inhumane Humanityhttp://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2010/9/27/an-inhumane-humanity.htmlBrightfire Woman2010-09-27T23:11:58ZDeep Water Horizon Environmental Fish kills Gulf Oil Spill Poetry PolitcalSpeak the Truth
let us mourn the deaths,

of many species
of air, water and land.
Heads will roll
in an inhumane humanity,
with sea salt surf
bloated bodies slamming shores.

Dazed and confused
cranes and sandpipers stagger dance,

death marching across
oil-slicked marshes.
Tainted sacred ground
the moon reflecting inside,
the glazed eye that stare up at
the blackest sky in the darkest day.

The smell arrives miles
in advance,

Beautiful birds reduced
to feathers on bones.
Stumbled and thrown
oil drummed out of life,
walking to survive till
their last pained sigh.

Fish-kills spread bank to bank
the surface of rivers paved,

with decaying silver
flecked flesh floating.
Strangled on the smells of man
hemorrhaging out every orifice
months of flushing gushing
spread thin by toxins.

Tar settled two inches thick
on the sea bed floors,

preserving the remains
of all that once crawled
beneath the darkest cold,
while the surface bobs
of fish that sea sages
have never seen,

before Deepwater dropped
below the water's Horizon.

Brightfire Woman
All Rights Reserved 2010

]]>Water.http://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2010/8/19/water.htmlBrightfire Woman2010-08-19T16:51:22ZAfrica Environmental Poetry Politcal Water. Brightfire Woman Woman's Mojo Risings Word Warrior

Water

I feel for you...

no, I feel you and I want

to save and protect you.

These days are nasty

without mercy

and there is nothing I can do

but to keep on feeling you.

It is not enough

not for me, not for you.

Water.

You have no water.

How crazy is that?

You have no shoes...

with a world full of shoes

being thrown away.

People can't live without

water.

They can not wash

water off their hands.

They are letting you die

so they can have all that

water,

flowing deep in your land.

Deep cool water...

just out of your reach.

Cupped hands clawing.

Blazing heat drying,

vanishing your footprints.

So many thirsty circling

small wet spots in a dry land.

Life erasing all proof...

that they chose to let you die

instead of helping you to live.

Water

flows out my eyes

wondering...

what will there be to feel?

When whole nations fall silent

white with sun bleached bones,

what will be left to hear,

in the deafening sounds

of so many wells being drilled

at once by foreigners occupying

your once strong homelands

to satisfy their miners' thirst?

Brightfire Woman

2010 All rights Reserved

]]>Leave the Earth Her Bloodhttp://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2010/7/1/leave-the-earth-her-blood.htmlBrightfire Woman2010-07-01T20:43:09ZBrightfire Woman Deep Horizon Environmental Gulf Oil Spill Poetry Politcal Woman's Mojo Risings Word Warrior

Leave the Earth Her Blood

The hydraulic syringe

left jammed

in her skin,

a steel IV Drip in reverse

to facilitate a steady flow...

of every drop we will waste

to run our

"lives at the flip of the switch"

conveniences...

has inconveniently collapsed

from the weight of our demands,

our mechanical

mosquitoes

have over eaten,

their eyes bigger than their stomach

exploding like greedy (poli)ticks,

their needle nose siphon

broke off inside her

blew a deep wound

a fountain of blood sprays skyward

all surface breathing mammals

now suffocate coated in the coagulation

of her constant raped suffering

for our things made of dead things

endless demands for more

we have changed her temperament

made water and winds toxic hot

blew her vein below sea sub floors,

she bleeds internally

into the walls of a growing emptiness

that no longer

can support the land above it,

quaking sink holes and eruptions

losing blood gases and oil

to lubricate her joints

and cushion OUR impact

what can not live will either die out

or survive by migration

rich power players

use to be smart enough

for the game at hand,

can't even buy their way out

We watch as they result to

false promises of

no need for

ventilators and hazmet suits,

when they mean

the damage is already done

the gases arriving way before

the tar balls hit the shore

fish, birds, land and humans

have all been poisoned

with sealed lips' kiss on evacuation

carried along the currents to fill

every fresh water inlet

for ways of life that were on the table

when rich men rolled the dice

on corner cutting to increase profits

around the floating bodies of the dying, dead

and decaying evidence of their arrogance

Brightfire Woman

]]>Boundhttp://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2010/4/12/bound.htmlBrightfire Woman2010-04-12T15:32:33ZBound Brightfire Woman Feminist Poetry Poetry Politcal
Bound

We are bound by beliefs

We state them as facts

we build upon them

expounding

left and right

everything is arbitrary

we decide

set all perimeters and boundaries

not enough or just right or

horrendous abomination

right becomes defined by

the whims

of those not out numbered

those with more power

majority rules

and gets to chose

And if most of us live in

world poverty dying

under someone else's rule

how can it be?

We are bound by

some else's beliefs ...

that we don't matter

in their grand scheme

of getting rich and fatter

breaking banks

and burning ozone

forcing the masses

into early graves

without vaccination,

irrigation and wells

walling people in,

walling people out

silencing the educated

and the liberal

beating the strong

to submission

driving the spiritual

into exile

and the spirited

off to prison for some

thought up

to be written down

crime

against...

and taking half

the voice

and power from

every situation with

the exclusion and isolation

of women.

Brightfire Woman

All Rights Reserved ~2010

]]>Stop.http://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2010/3/5/stop.htmlBrightfire Woman2010-03-06T04:04:36ZAbuse Brightfire Woman Feminist Human Rights Violations Poetry Politcal Stop Woman's Mojo Risings Women's RightsOriginally posted on Myspace on September 16 ,2009.

Stop.

I don’t care what the stars say
this is the age of women
women rising up and laying claim
in their God given gifted intelligence
And uttering new truths
against hypocrisies

How many of us can you beat down?

we will come at you
with that and a 1000 more

We are sick and weary
of your excesses
your abuses
your territorial
drawing of lines
in the sand not to be crossed

while bullets and bombs
rain down crushing
our sons and daughters

we are sickened by your greed
wars and unconscionable excesses

You have corrupted our children
with your hatreds and cruel expectations
we are not put upon this earth
to be in servitude to you

we who birth both sons and daughters
grow within us the very secret of all healing
we who are the foundation of the home

we are not chattel

you run around in a bag with a view all day
we are tired of you twisting religion to justify
your barbaric cruelty on our tender flesh

you deny us an education
so deeply you fear an educated woman

you make up laws that insure
we will be abused, starved, raped,
kidnapped and sold
stop imprisoning us for things you know
we work too hard to have time to do

We are not inferior

stop suffocating us with wet towels for lacking
a small piece of meat between our legs
stop throwing acid on our beauty
simply because 20 cents is a cheap revenge
and you can

Stop filling our bodies with bullets for standing up
speaking our truths and standing in our light

Stop reflecting your corruption
upon the mirror that is our hearts

when you know
we have done nothing wrong
but piss you off

Brightfire Woman © 2009 All rights reserved

]]>Noon Day Fry ~ 2008 (Art) with My take on 2012 ~ 2009 (Verse)http://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2009/12/5/noon-day-fry-2008-art-with-my-take-on-2012-2009-verse.htmlBrightfire Woman2009-12-06T04:08:11Z2012 Art Brightfire Woman Poetry Politcal Verse Art

My Take on 2012

If you can look at a map on Wiki

and end up an IP address

on the CIA’s website

having only clicked ‘continue’

then…I say,

the only reason,

we the masses

are ever allowed to feed

on such a hysteria as 2012

is to keep us distracted

completely preoccupied

while some huge,

shouldn’t be has been

done to us and there is

nothing more to be done

about it.

That, ‘we will

all be dead

in a couple years’

apathy may be good

for recruiting soldiers

Developing that

“I may as well…”

Consumer mentality

spend it… why save it?

Activists thinking,

there is no time

to change it, can’t save it.

Read, think, write, paint

expand your knowledge

put faith into

your contribution

and make it.

A lost society is the one

that is allowed to destroy

it’s creators.

]]>Forsaken (Verse) ~ 2009 with Spoken truths flowing Into Two (Art) ~ 2008http://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2009/12/5/forsaken-verse-2009-with-spoken-truths-flowing-into-two-art.htmlBrightfire Woman2009-12-05T08:35:32ZArt Brightfire Woman Justice Poetry Poetry Politcal art forsaken

Forsaken

in the dark she runs, falls

succumbs to a hot violence

in the light she rises sore

bleeding and bruised

her throat too dry to cry out

the dirt grits in her teeth

she has taken her own

sweat soaked blindfold off

created for herself this

new painful awareness

soul wrenching compassion

with no place yet to go

mixed with an edgy anger

burning with a choking fear

she wants to feel better

know something good

but not even eyes closed

not even when she dreams

name her what you want

she has so many names

pick a language, a country

call her, Forsaken

or just call out for Justice

she will answer all the same

]]>For Gasper Elikana (verse)http://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2009/11/30/for-gasper-elikana-verse.htmlBrightfire Woman2009-11-30T08:42:47ZBrightfire Woman Gasper Elikana Poetry Poetry Tansania albino killings

For Gasper Elikana

Hunted

like elephants

for ivory tusks

gorillas poached

for heads and hands

Who benefits

from feeding

this ignorance?

entrenched in

superstitions and myths

a hereditary condition

Becomes a magical creature,

Beheaded.

ten year old boy or not,

Sun blistered. Nearly blind…

One leg hacked off

Awake. Heart pumping fear.

Such violence. Such agony.

Alive.

Do you hear me?

Hacked alive. Bleeding out…

With no way but to stand out

an albino in Tanzania

dismembered…

worth $75,000.

And ignorance about you

has always been well fed...

*Derivative manipulated image of Greek Angel, by Brightfire Woman original photographer unknown.

** See related post in Woman Speak:

http://www.womansmojorisings.com/woman-speak/2009/11/29/red-cross-and-crescent-society-report-on-albino-killings-nai.html

]]>Drop a Pebble (Verse) Presented With Lost In The Folds (Art)http://www.womansmojorisings.com/word-warrior/2009/11/23/drop-a-pebble-verse-presented-with-lost-in-the-folds-art.htmlBrightfire Woman2009-11-23T09:31:27ZArt Brightfire Woman Poetry Poetry Verse Art

Drop a Pebble

human uprising

ripples outward growing

close enough to freedom

to smell it on the wind

the dark ages revived

to stone and lash

those standing up against

cowardly injustice

human uprising

anguished deep rolling

developing madmen lead

while religious tyrants

bend and shape the words

that misogynists and racists

will use to rewrite history

in our best interests

human uprising

floodgates over flowing

drop a pebble

]]>