I did not write these poems.. as I have explained before, my poetry is terrible. But in case you are in the mood for poetry here are two thought-provoking poems I stumbled upon today. The first is very accessible and the second less so but they are both well written and provocative.
On motherhood –
If You Give a Mom a Muffin (via everyone on Facebook).
By Beth Brubaker
If you give a mom a muffin,
she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three year-old will come and spill the coffee.
Mom will wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
she’ll trip over shoes and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook
(How to Make 101 Things With a Pound of Hamburger.)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse,
which is being dumped out by her two year-old.
Then she’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year-old.
While she is changing the two year-old, the phone will ring.
Her five year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she was supposed to phone a friend
to come over for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some more.
And chances are,
if she has a cup a coffee,
her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
On male privilege and anger:
Male Rage Poem (via @kissability)
Pier Giorgio Di Cicco (1949-)
1 Feminism, baby, feminism.
2 This is the anti-feminist poem.
3 It will get called the anti-
4 feminist poem. Like it or not.
5 Dedicated to all my friends who
6 can’t get it up in the night,
7 accused of having male rage during the
8 day. This is for the poor buggers.
9 This is for me and the incredible boredom
10 of arguing about feminism, the right
11 arguments, the wrong arguments, the
12 circular argument, the arguments that stem
13 from one bad affair, from one
14 bad job, no job — whatever; fill in the
15 blanks _____ _____, fill in the ways
16 in which you have been hurt. Then I’ll
17 fill in the blanks, and we’ll send rosters
18 of hurt to each other, mail them, stock
19 them for the record to say: Giorgio Di Cicco
20 has been hurt this way x many times.
21 We will stock closets of Sarah’s hurt,
22 Barbara’s hurt, my hurt, Bobby’s hurt.
23 This is where the poem peters out … oops! — that’s
24 penis mentality, that’s patriarchal bullshit,
25 sexist diction and These line lengths are
26 male oriented.
27 Where did he get so much male rage?
28 From standing out like a man for a bunch of
29 years, and being called the dirty word.
30 “When you are 21 you will become a Man.”
31 Christ! Doomed to enslave women ipso
32 facto, without even the right training.
33 Shouldn’t have wasted ten years playing
34 baseball; should have practised
35 whipping, should have practised tying up the
36 girl next door, giving her cigarette burns …
37 oops! Male rage again! MALE RAGE — the words ring out —
38 worse than RING AROUND THE COLLAR, worse than KISSED
39 THE GIRLS AND MADE THEM CRY, jeezus, male rage
40 in kindergarten. MALE RAGE. You’ve got
41 male rage; I look inside myself and scrounge
42 for all this male rage. Must be there
43 somewhere. Must be repressing it. I write poems
44 faster and faster, therapeutically, to make sure
45 I get all the rage out. But someone’s
46 always there to say, Male Rage — more Male Rage.
47 I don’t leave the house, workin’ on my male rage.
48 Things may lighten up. My friends may meet
49 fine women at a party someday and know
50 what to say to them, like “I’m not a Man and
51 you’re not a Woman, but let’s have dinner
52 anyway, let’s fuck with our eyes closed and
53 swap roles for an hour.”
54 I’m tired of being a man.
55 Of having better opportunities,
56 better job offers,
57 too much money.
58 I’m tired of going to the YMCA and
59 talking jock in the locker room.
60 I’m tired of all those poems where
61 I inadvertently used the word “whore.”
62 I’m tired of having little blonde secretaries type out
63 all my poems for me.
64 I’m tired of being a man.
65 I’m tired of being a sexist.
66 I’m afraid of male rage.
67 I’m afraid of my male rage,
68 this growing thing, this buddy, this
69 shadow, this new self, this stranger.
70 It’s there. It’s there! How could it have
71 happened? I ate the right things, said
72 yes to my mother, thought the good
74 Doc — give it to me straight.
75 How long before this male rage
76 takes over completely?
77 The rest of your life.
78 Take it like a man.