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A CALL TO EVERYONE! PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM. My contribution to Women’s Rights is "Love Anthem: We Are All Our Mother's Child." I emailed the Rome, Italy Women's March as the poem was finally born from the pain of reading of the acid attack on Gessica Notaro and the countless brutalities against women across the world. Please post the poem and image on your social media sites and share with Women’s Marches in the USA and Internationally. You may need to copy and paste the poem as if you click share it might be just the image that shows up. Free Download of poster at The Amplifier Foundation at http://theamplifierfoundation.org/. The artist is Jessica Sabogal. Many thanks!
Love Anthem: We Are All Our Mother’s Child I am not your Barbie Doll, boy I am not your Betty Boop I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out I am not some hole to fill I am not your sexual slave, boy I am not your possession I am not your made up fantasy I am a person of my own Time to stop playing with dolls, boy Time to stop raising up your fists Time to stop your jealous raging Time to stop throwing acid in my face I am not your punching bag, boy I am not your victim to dominate I am walking out on you, boy My life is not yours to take I am not your Barbie Doll, boy I am not your Betty Boop I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out I am not some hole to fill Screaming threats to kill me Saying you love me so much I am tired of being frightened This violence has to end I am born from life’s blessing Without women this world can't survive How dare you ridicule and victimize me I deserve to be alive I am not your Barbie Doll, boy I am not your Betty Boop I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out I am not some hole to fill I am not your punching bag, boy I am not your victim to dominate I am walking out on you, boy My life is not yours to take Time to stop playing with dolls, boy Time to stop raising up your fists Time to stop your jealous raging Time to stop throwing acid in my face I am crying for my sisters I am mourning their vicious end How I wish I could raise them up From the valley of the dead I just know I have a voice That has to sing loud and strong No longer will I be silenced Your love is like a killing field Women slaughtered and forgotten Reminders of your brutal hate I am not your Barbie Doll, boy I am not your Betty Boop I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out I am not some hole to fill I am crying for my sisters I am mourning for their loss How I wish I could raise them up From the valley of the dead I just know I have a voice That has to sing loud and strong No longer will I be silenced No longer frightened by my fears I am not your punching bag, boy I am not your victim to dominate I am walking out on you, boy My life is not yours to take Love is not a killing field With women hunted down I was born from life’s blessing We are all our mother’s child We are all our mother’s child Diane Kaufman, MD Arts Medicine for Health & Healing January 14, 2017 |
AuthorAs a child, Diane Kaufman wrote in her grade school composition that when she grew up she wanted to be a "medical doctor or a medical drawer." Her passion as expressed in poetry, story, and art seeks to inspire positive transformation, to help "humanize" our life experiences, to increase our connection with each other, and bring awareness of Arts Medicine as valuable in promoting and nurturing health, healing and well being. Archives
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