Treasure Island

Morten Juhl


Feminism


Technologically impaired?
Please! Let me be spared,
History has been unfair?
Please! Let me be clear:
It's the only thing we hear!
Please! Let me be there,
Isn't that your hurtful smear?
Please! Let me be sincere:
You think you are the domineer!
Please! Let me be here,
My mental wounds will soon appear!
Please! Just get me a beer...

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this based on my thoughts about feminism. I was fed up with all that criticism and complaining about the treatment of women throughout the history. I decided to put on a funnier aspect, in for m of this poem :)

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