Women…

You are the mother of all who live and those who’s gone.
Created at the same time but always number two and pushed aside.
Dressed in beauty and undressed in secret thoughts.
Dressed to hide the beauty, the rules of oppressors, for your own sake.

Subject to a paradigm you do not know and for reasons created in the man’s jealous mind.
All too often just a figure in the home that should stay there and if, always with someone of your own gender.
Undressed to satisfy the desire of hungry eyes.
Dressed like a Madonna or a hooker depending on the eyes of the viewer.

Dress as you please and let everyone know you are not lesser than a man.
Dress up as you wish and not what others tell you to do.
Undressed, you will always be the most beautiful weapon.
Dressed up you will always be the subject of the male idea of conquests.

You are still the mother to all who are born on this earth.
Created of the same as the man who took the seat in front of you.
Dressed to please the man’s tastes and thoughts.
Dressed in beauty, you were tucked away in secret hidings

During the course of history you were deprived of your humanity.
Too often overlooked when opinions should be told and weighted.
Undressed, to remove your dignity and your value and sometimes to raise to praise.
Dressed like a Madonna or whores created in a man’s sick imagination.

Dress as you like and let everyone know you’re the same as men.
Dress your self up and show the world the requires of you and who you are.
Undressed, you will always be the most beautiful among the creatures of the Earth.
Dressed you will always be the subject of the man’s ambiguous opinions.

The sum of all men’s fear calculated into the sum of what we can loose.
Dress up in the dress you love.
Undressed you women are the reason of warfare.
Dressed as well as you like and I know and I bow to your power.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

5 thoughts on “Women…

  1. GEETHA RAVINDRAN

    I do agree that women must realize their potentials and capabilities. They are never behind men. Let’s women join hands to prove our worth.

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