A Poem by Carole Satyamurti- OURSTORY


Let us now praise women
with feet glass slippers wouldn’t fit;

not the patient, nor even the embittered
ones who kept their place,

but awkward women, tenacious with truth,
whose elbows disposed of the impossible;

who split seams, who wouldn’t wait,
take no, take sedatives;

who sang their own numbers, went uninsured,
Knew best what they were missing.

Our misfit foremothers are joining forces
underground, their dusts mingling

breast-bone with scapula, forehead
with forehead. Their steady mass

bursts locks; lends a springing foot
to our vaulting into enormous rooms.

© Carole Satyamurti
(Vice-President of Ver Poets)

We were having a conversation recently about how we are taught the past under the title of HIStory… what ever happened to HERstory or as Satyamurti has so elegantly named it OURstory?

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One thought on “A Poem by Carole Satyamurti- OURSTORY

  1. Angela France says:

    Oh, I love this!

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