Yesteryear

Yesteryear

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once upon a golden time…

we suffered
not without a fight
we stood
for what we felt was right
and fought
against relentless tides

we saw our faults
with open eyes
we searched the stars
for far-off life

we strived to keep our human rights
and rescued nations from demise

we waged a war against starvation
ousting fascists of damnation
oil was not a stipulation
used against our liberation

children did not want for more
tabloids did not favour war

we drafted laws
and proclamations
to support
not starve the poor

we mastered science
cured diseases
revered life throughout the seasons

read the verses of dead poets
and aspired to grasp
their meanings

life was lived with little debt
giving alms with no regret

we spoke for those
who could not speak
unsheltered by the internet

we welcomed knowledge
not disdain
we revered champions
not the vain

we fed our families
love and virtue…

values lost to video games

we nurtured plots
with stainless seeds
without prosperity or greed

we passed on wisdom of the ages
through the roots of ancestry

we recognised our strengths
our weakness
prized divergence
praised uniqueness

loved the land we stood upon
hands on hearts
we rallied on

we fought for one
and won for all

we valued age
from young to old

we did not want
or crave the fortunes
of a banker’s filthy gold

we stood in solidarity
in times of deep austerity
we helped our neighbours
readily

and did not scare so easily

we listened well
admitting failure
taught good manners
and behaviour

ate our greens
and valued Nature

life back then was never greater

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

I am Woman

I am Woman

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I am real
Composed of unique beauty
My blemishes are symbols
Of my authenticity

Born to a society
Of many shapes and sizes
Camouflaged and urged to change
The realness it despises
A human being scrutinised
By money-driven prophets
A hostage of supremacy
A mutilated object
We mask the facets of ourselves
Deemed far too coarse to show
Through images and crude remarks
Our self-esteem is blown

A woman withholds magic
She is bona fide and true
But every day, she buries it
To pacify world views
A suffragette of liberty
Coerced into the kitchen
Collagen-implanted
And peer-pressured into bitching

Our realness entails crooked smiles
And time etched onto skin
A wild array of windswept manes
And freckle-dappled chins
Our blessed frames are formed to birth
A mighty generation
Overcome by influence
And counterfeit perfections

The arrows of conformity
Shan’t penetrate our skin
For we are REAL and we withhold
A power deep within
We are a tribe of goddesses
Built for the roles of legends
No airbrushed, twisted fallacies
That advocate rejection

We rise in our divergent hues
With timeworn hands and faces
We bear the marks of motherhood
Fierce matriarchs of ages
We carry bags beneath our eyes
And childbirth’s jagged medals
We hold no limitations
And embrace our native vessels
We claim our eccentricities
For we are born untamed
The Goddess walks in many forms
Regardless of her age

We don variant colours
And our iridescent roots
For we are valiant rarities
Not dainty prostitutes
The world is missing everything
A woman has to give
Her sweetness and her mission
To emit her peace within

Woman is black
Woman is white
Her force is truly boundless
A queen of peaceful voyages
A child of resoluteness
She is awake
She is prepared
To stand by her convictions
She is equal
She is enough
She endures no restrictions

Dear woman, you are beautiful
Don’t ever f**king change
Society is rotten
Don’t you ever suffer shame
Show off your brazen scars and curves
Your feminine artistry
Yield to the world your thunderous roar
For REALNESS is your BEAUTY

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

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