inVisible
As a receptacle for your rape and pillage
i remain invisible
to your lost sense of humanity
As a middle child to the nuclear family
i remain invisible
to your parental nurture
As a daughter to women who cherish men
i remain invisible
to your favouritism
As you label me a person with some kind of incapacity
my achievements remain invisible
to your boxed-in concepts
As an artist in a world motivated by greed
i remain invisible
to your economic rationalism
As a child in a world of responsibility
my childlike wisdoms remain invisible
as they fall upon deaf ears
As a mother waiting tables of bloodline
i remain invisible
to your gratitude and recognition of value
As aging attempts to put all my eggs in one basket
i become invisible
in a society which romanticizes youth
The flame of my Self burns brightly
whether it is seen by others or not
it lights my way
on my death bed I will meet my Self
and all shall be visible
Once and for all
Blessed be
© wildwomenlove poetry
Comments
Yes… which is why I scream so loudly! xo
I hear you !
labels of illness make people blind to what we do achieve !!! never allow labels Ever if you want to be seen !!!
I see you, I hear you, Scream Onnn…xxx
– wildwomenlove
Blessed be, indeed….
you are sure visible to me xoxo
you sure are visible to me too Lisa ! friends help us to be who we are…thanks so much for being your gorgeous self…xxx
– wildwomenlove
So very true, this hit a nerve for me,,,many times I have felt invisible in my life, I suppose that’s why I am sooo loud now:))) great writing…:)
it’s true isn’t it Kable !? I hadn’t really thought about it much till Jen brought it up as a topic in the online cafe in Pink Panther magazine … it hit a nerve with me too, and so many others…thanks so much for your lovely comment…ps I’m kinda loud myself hee hee hee…x
– wildwomenlove
Thanks for the links,,,you have to be loud…makes things interesting as well:)))xx
yeah all the littlest female singers have the biggest voices !!! hahahahaha
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Exactly!!!!! he he :)))
xxx
– wildwomenlove
if I can see you or not, it doesn’t matter, I can still smell the cookin’ …….(that would get me shot down badly in the wrong room), them words were cookin’ I meant, steamin’, life, it’s like one of them jobs you sometimes just have to do yourself …..and you’re doin it pretty good. Thats all that matters.
hey bear bum, thanks for dropping by…you can smell my burnt toast anytime ! I tried to think up as many examples of invisible as I could…here’s another one, a man in a bear suit !!! I’m on a roll ! I think you’re doing a pretty good job of it your fine self…as for me, what you see is what you get…sometimes its good to duck…hee hee hee…xxx
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great structure and I love the end. It also helped me get my own ideas of invisibility in order – thanks for that! :-)
Hi tuliptree…I’m so glad you like it ! thanks for the read and the cool comment…loving it !…xxx
– wildwomenlove
This is fabulous. Please would you add it into The Cafe where we are collecting all invisibles. I think it will be a theme in the november edition of the magazine.
xx
Hi Anna…I’ve added it to the cafe…thanks so much for the fabulous comment! looking forward to many awesome mags…xxx
– wildwomenlove
A wonderful poem that exposes the often invisibility ‘we’ may all feel…I see you darling heart
Sandra x
Hi Sandra…I see you too girlfriend ! its a sneaky thing this invisibility…sometimes its enveloped you before you even know its there…xxx
– wildwomenlove
Wow….what an emotionally powerful write. Tears stung my eyes. A beautiful write, one that resonates so deeply, so loudly within me. A wonderful piece of poetry, thank you for sharing. Blessed be indeed….we all see and feel you :-) xoxoxoxox
aw Lisa I love your little cotton sox ! I have a feeling we might both be emotional bunnies ! thank you so much for this awesome comment, the fact it resonates deeply with you has touched my heart…big love Sharon…xxx
– wildwomenlove