Poetry For Women (For Women, By Women, About Women)

FREE BUT UNEQUAL

Have we not progressed?
What kind of world are we living in?
Women getting smaller wages?
Men telling us to get back in the kitchen?
We are worth more than we get credit for
We have more to offer than to kitchen slave
To cook and clean for husbands
Giving birth to children to raise
The head of the house should be a partnership
Both the husband and the wife
Each should have a part
In making the decisions in life
Isn't equality for women
Something we worked on years ago?
But men still get higher wages than us
And that just goes to show
That men still think they are better
They think they rule this land
That women are just helpless
So they take the upper hand
But truth is we aren't helpless
And we deserve equal rights
In work, school, and home
And it has become a huge plight
We are moving forward
And while American may be "free"
This country cannot be deemed fair
Until everyone is given rights and equality


 Emily091

Retrieved, March 15, 2014 from http://www.powerpoetry.org/poems/free-unequal

Children's Corner; Poetry

Flight 

On silver sand where ripples curled

I counted sea-gulls seven;

Shy, secret screened from all the world,

And innocent as heaven.

They did not of my nearness know,

For dawn was barely bright,

And they were still, like spots of snow

In that pale, pearly light.

Then one went forth unto the sea

That rippled up in gold,

And there were rubies flashing free

From out its wing-unfold;

It ducked and dived in pretty play,

The while the other six

So gravely sat it seemed that they

Were marvelled by its tricks.

Then with a sudden flurry each

Down-rushed to join its mate,

And in a flash that sickle beach

With rapture was elate.

With joy they pranked till everyone

Was diamonded with spray,

Then flicked with flame to greet the sun

They rose and winged away.

But with their going, oh, the surge

Of loss they left in me!

For in my heart was born the urge,

The passion to be free.

And where each dawn with terror brings

Some tale of bale and blight,

Who would not envy silver wings,

The sea-gull in its flight!

Let me not know the soils of woe

That chain this stricken earth;

Let me forget the fear and fret

That bind men from their birth;

Let me be the one with wind and sun,

With earth and sky and sea. . . .

Oh, let me teach in living speech

God's glory - Liberty.

BY 

Robert Service

Children's Corner; Poetry

A Toast to our Native Land by Robert Bridges

Huge and alert, irascible yet strong, We make our fitful way 'mid right and wrong. One time we pour out millions to be free, Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea! One time we strike the shackles from the slaves, And then, quiescent, we are ruled by knaves. Often we rudely break restraining bars, And confidently reach out toward the stars.

Yet under all there flows a hidden stream Sprung from the Rock of Freedom, the great dream Of Washington and Franklin, men of old Who knew that freedom is not bought with gold. This is the Land we love, our heritage, Strange mixture of the gross and fine, yet sage And full of promise destined to be great. Drink to Our Native Land! God Bless the State!

A Toast to our Native Land by Robert Bridges

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