Word Warrior

Stop.

Brightfire Woman — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 04:04:36 +0000

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)

Brightfire Woman — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 04:08:11 +0000

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) ~ 2008

Brightfire Woman — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 08:35:32 +0000

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)

Brightfire Woman — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:42:47 +0000

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)

Brightfire Woman — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 09:31:27 +0000

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