The Rising of the Phoenix

May 24, 2017
By MeganStamm BRONZE, Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania
MeganStamm BRONZE, Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wind and flame" -Nikita Gill

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never fully recovered" -F. Scott Fitzgeral


No one hears me

No one sees me

 

I have a life inside me

A fire that burns brighter than the sun

A force of engery that outmatches the sun

A voice that roars louder than lions

A power that resonates within me

A magic that sparks my eyes and ignites my tongue

 

No one likes a woman that is not afraid

To flex and projects her essance into the world

So because of this backwards logic

 

No one sees me

No one hears me

 

They shun me and shut me out

Throw me in lifeless closets

Cut out my tongue

Scratch out my eyes

And drown me in the Dead Sea

 

No one sees me

No one hears me

 

Almost dead

Clinging to life by a thread

When they figure out you're still breathing

They hunt for those magical scissors

That will finally end it all

Finally, those magic scissors are found

 

No one sees me

No one hears me

 

They use those scissors

Cut that last tiny thread that I used to cling to life

Dead and deader I got

Finally, I was free from my tormented torture

 

Now no one sees me

No one hears me at all

 

They burned my body at the stake

Left it hanging there as a reminder

For women to stay good and quiet

For days it smoldered

Until it succumbed to ashes

 

No one sees me

No one hears me

 

Ashes and ashes they all fall down

Slowly a wind kicked up and swirled those ashes

Building me back up, slowly

Until I was finally whole again

I rose stronger than before

 

Like a phoenix

I rose from those ashes

 

Now everyone sees me

Now everyone hears me

 

And this time I will refuse to be silenced


The author's comments:

This poem is a piece of power and call to power to every woman.  It is the transformation of a woman who once could be silanced and ramained hidden, but builds herself back up from the ruins of her own metaphorical death and comes back stronger than ever. 


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