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Poem: “Gems”

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The woman’s fingers were plain;

Her ears were hole-less.

Nothing bound her wrists.

And her throat was cloak-less.

She was embarrassing, crude, and pointless.

Pewter or gold–

Society’s preference never

alarmed her.

All the shackled found her

rather strange, if not plain.

She was pegged in many

categories, just to name her.

It was psychologically distressing

For her to be so timeless and happy.

It was rather dangerous,

this woman with the plain fingers.

No symbol of marriage or birth.

It just wasn’t right.

And they tried to bind her

with unfriendly silence

and sharp words.

 

September 17, 2005