Succumbed Breeze Poem by Shavaniel Mclean

Skirt must never succumb to breeze
Its too much,
too much for us
They deafened us with silence
They close us in with obedience
They handcuff us with chastity
They bury us in submissiveness
Never succumb to them, my dear
Breeze is nothing
Catalyst something to nothing
to be nothing
Beware skirt, beware the fiend
Who are nothing but fades
Yet try to highlight
More overall
Their own highlights upon us
T's true, they fear us
For our supple demeanour
Will kick up on entourage
Of high spreading branches
That will beckon to the world
Seize it by its horn
Break loose from the victorian fetter
So they cut a limb
But we are branches
They claim they are 'machine manhood'
for the job
Rubbish!
We are self-employed
Perhaps a door knob could do the same
They are fades
yet they highlight
Never succumb to them
For we are succumbed skirts
if we succumb
To the succumbed
Each by each
Day by day
We'll break victorian fetter

A poem written in a communal voice, with a feminist approach to give women more voice and power