It’s the time of year when I try to compose new twisted nursery rhymes for Halloween. This attempt went rather askew. In light of the headlines around the world of the oppression and violence against girls and women, I guess I needed to get this out before I can compose a few tongue-and-cheek horror nursery rhymes.
I mean… it’s still horror — but, it’s horror all too real.
The poem came out less nursery rhyme and more a kind of mourning. It’s words of mourning for all that’s lost to girls and women with men whose promise safety and protection is lies… lies even to themselves.
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Velvet Gloved Iron Fist — by the author
Broken Cagèd Daughters
A poem about who pays the price of oppression in patriarchy
He greets you with a smiling song You trust when he promises safety Weaving words into a cage of lies with an iron fist in a velvet glove
His words promise hope as the fist locks the cage leaving no key to your freedom only a silk gag to bind your words
