Women’s History Poetry
Hello all again! In light of Women’s History Month, there was a lot that I wanted to write about. But since March is coming to an end and I don’t see myself having the time to write because of my school and work schedule, I decided to include two poems that can be reflective of this month. I wrote these two poems a while ago. Maybe almost a year ago I think. The first one titled “Champoo” is about my cute mother who mistakenly took a shaving cream bottle as shampoo and used it to wash her hair for several days. My mom has done so many little things like this that just make you love her sincerity and her innocence. She is a wonderful and powerful woman even though she can be a little funny sometimes. This was probably by far the funniest thing she’s done so I thought it would be cute to form it into a poem. I hope you like it!
The second poem titled “W*O*M*A*N” came from an inspiration that I can’t quite explain. I’m not a hardcore feminist but I do believe in women’s rights and the power of women. I don’t mean to de-humanize men in any sort of way even though that is how it may sound like. Please don’t be offended, but if you are, I deeply apologize. So, read it with attitude, read it with care, and read it with the message that it brings. Enjoy!!!
Champoo?
By: Jessenia Lua
My mom’s a real funny lady
She’s always been her entire life
She speaks with a Spanish accent
And is a devoted wife
She doesn’t understand a lot of things
And isn’t up to this modern world
She doesn’t know how to use a computer
Or things without a cord
One day I was playing with her hair
And it felt really rough
I asked her what she had been using
She thinks its pert plus
Then my sister came in screaming mad
She doesn’t like to share
She wants to know who used her skintimate shaving cream
Cause she’s got legs full of hair
The bottle is more than half empty
It’s likely she’ll need one new
Then my mom looked up at me and said:
“CHU MEAN DIS NAT CHAMPOO?!!!”
Hello all again! In light of Women’s History Month, there was a lot that I wanted to write about. But since March is coming to an end and I don’t see myself having the time to write because of my school and work schedule, I decided to include two poems that can be reflective of this month. I wrote these two poems a while ago. Maybe almost a year ago I think. The first one titled “Champoo” is about my cute mother who mistakenly took a shaving cream bottle as shampoo and used it to wash her hair for several days. My mom has done so many little things like this that just make you love her sincerity and her innocence. She is a wonderful and powerful woman even though she can be a little funny sometimes. This was probably by far the funniest thing she’s done so I thought it would be cute to form it into a poem. I hope you like it!
The second poem titled “W*O*M*A*N” came from an inspiration that I can’t quite explain. I’m not a hardcore feminist but I do believe in women’s rights and the power of women. I don’t mean to de-humanize men in any sort of way even though that is how it may sound like. Please don’t be offended, but if you are, I deeply apologize. So, read it with attitude, read it with care, and read it with the message that it brings. Enjoy!!!
Champoo?
By: Jessenia Lua
My mom’s a real funny lady
She’s always been her entire life
She speaks with a Spanish accent
And is a devoted wife
She doesn’t understand a lot of things
And isn’t up to this modern world
She doesn’t know how to use a computer
Or things without a cord
One day I was playing with her hair
And it felt really rough
I asked her what she had been using
She thinks its pert plus
Then my sister came in screaming mad
She doesn’t like to share
She wants to know who used her skintimate shaving cream
Cause she’s got legs full of hair
The bottle is more than half empty
It’s likely she’ll need one new
Then my mom looked up at me and said:
“CHU MEAN DIS NAT CHAMPOO?!!!”
W*O*M*A*N
By:
Jessenia Lua
I am a WUH - HU……MUH - HAN!
That’s right!
I am a woman!
And I’ve got it all
I have the curves and the nerves
The steels and the heals
I know what I want
And I know who I am
I have the power to give life
And the heart to heal strife
I’m voluptuous and kind
No need to press rewind
On my life because I don’t regret
None of my events, you bet!
I can do ten things at a time
Listen to you cry
Put my emotions aside
And wait til you’re all cured inside
I can run and walk through rain
I aint’ shallow nor vain
Can take any kind of pain
Cause baby, I am a woman of this DAY!
Don’t tell me I can’t commit
Just because I don’t have your little “bits”
I don’t need three little parts
I’ve got my big ass fuckin’ heart!
1 comment:
I love this one!! So Creative!!
-welly-
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