Women
Powerful and true words, thoughts by a outstanding writer. Please read his words and thoughts.
Rebekah Moon
My sister’s daughter tried to take her life.
I don’t know where to,
only that the sun was shining in ignorance,
quiet in its sky a million miles away, and she
swallowed her desire thirty-two times.
Over. Over.
With persistence.
Like some kind of journey.
Like déjà vu.
She was trying to be so very full,
emptying silence, emptying boxes
that would be neatly stacked.
Full of a grammar all her own,
her throat had no idea she was trying to kill it.
My sister announced that she only loved girls.
She made four babies while pretending
she did not.
Denial isn’t only water in Egypt.
It is mother, and lover, and cannot
get out of bed.
But the womb doesn’t care
whom the heart beats for.
It bleeds and it grows without needing to know.
So she wrote this down and cast it away with abandon.
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This is so, so sad. And yet beautiful written with full emotions.
I am blown away …
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She is a amazing writer. Hard life create real words.
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Just a quick note. I wrote this, and I’m a english woman. 🙂 Rebekah Moon is my name. Women is the name of the poem. Judas was kind enough to feature my poem on his site. But thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you Rebekah. I apology for the wrong sex. It is a powerful poem. Needed to be read by more people.
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Another note. That’s me in the picture up top. 🙂
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The photo is beautiful. I do apology. I re-posted a poem from the writer’s cafe. I got confused.
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That’s okay. No worries. 🙂 Like i said, thank you for re-posting it, and I’m really happy you like it.
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I did like the poem. You are a talented writer.
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