Pieces of Her

“Arrange whatever pieces come your way”-Virginia Woolf

Pieces of Her

by Carmen H Gray

She wept

And each

Salt-filled drip

Contained pieces of her

A uniquely composed

Momentary release

Of cells on the verge of

Elapsed time

Recalling an ending

Opening the space

For the conception

Of pieces of her

Arranged by her

With her

For her

In that when

That moment dies

It is a pretty death

With liquid attendants

Saying farewell with love

 

 

 

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Smash

 

“She’s got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.”
―Kate Chopin, The Awakening

Smash

by Carmen H Gray

Pretty goes south

You need that face

And that pouty mouth

To win the winsome

Fuck that noise

I don’t care

If you stare

I don’t care

If you think I’m rude

Call me a witch

Call me lewd

Summon up that bitch

That whore

That hussy

That crusty old woman

You wouldn’t cum in

That delicate flower

Contains so much power

And blood and life

The maid, the wife

Has come undone

Like a stray note

From a faraway song

A lie written and rote

Doesn’t right a wrong

Smash it to pieces

With each tiny fragment

The music releases

Sing it proud

That faraway song

From centuries gone

Let it move through you

Beyond expansive space

They cannot erase

All that we are

All that we’ve been

All that we’ve given

Our powerful rhythm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Labor

“When God created man and woman, he was thinking, ‘Who shall I give the power to, to give birth to the next human being?’ And God chose woman. And this is the big evidence that women are powerful.”-Malala Yousfazsai

Labor

by Carmen H Gray

Love is a labor

Amid the strains and spasms

Is found a life to savor

The quiet power

That is given to bloom

In a woman’s hour

The time is spent

Carrying and tending

to Hope, and to a greater extent

Compassion

It is no easy task

Love is an action

Not a word

Not a picture

But something transferred

From one being to another

Her Story embracing

The child and the mother