Assaulted – Aurora Phoenix

you were pushed from behind

 

I heard in the breathless notch

in your measured words

that catch

in your voice

the tremulous quaver

in your understated stand

 

I have felt those hands

(haven’t we all)

one knife-wielding

– in word or deed –

while the other lays claim

with eyes or clammy paws

to my plush backside

 

you are the embodiment

of cultured terror apparent

the carbon dated anguish

etched on your skin

your pain quivers

on articulated tips

of your educated tongue

 

I jump sky high

elbow cocked in self- defense

it fades yet never ebbs

that stretched rubber band

that inhabits cells

twangs unbidden

and we sproing!

 

he tantrums

spews vile rhetoric

wields his power

his privilege

in ways she would burn

at stake

would she dare give voice

were she to cry crocodile

her ovaries would fry

ahhh those tantrums

we choke down

swallow hot with rancid bile

those that would label

rabid bitch

raving psycho

 

because well behaved women

may bare our ankles

here in 2018

shoulders even (Oh my!)

but we step NOT

upon the tender toes

of fragile male privilege

under pain of recompense

 

Welcome to the Land of the Free- Aurora Phoenix

they swelter under the shelter

of duodenal disdain

salvation proclamation

hymn hummed helter-skelter.

who are we to gift them

of our holier than thou

bread and water

served under asylum?

equal opportunity

persecution

doled out

with military precision

wrapped in red-tape ribbons.

did they hear the pop pop pop

of our birthday celebrations

and shudder violently?

\fear needs no translation\

these babies have seen stars

worn stripes beyond their years

it is not pride the anthem

conjures in my tears.

history repeats

drum beats

repeats

\repulses\

and the children

suffer for our fears

Power-Audre Lorde

audre-lorde-portrait.jpg
The difference between poetry and rhetoric
is being ready to kill
yourself
instead of your children.
I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds
and a dead child dragging his shattered black
face off the edge of my sleep
blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders
is the only liquid for miles
and my stomach
churns at the imagined taste while
my mouth splits into dry lips
without loyalty or reason
thirsting for the wetness of his blood
as it sinks into the whiteness
of the desert where I am lost
without imagery or magic
trying to make power out of hatred and destruction
trying to heal my dying son with kisses
only the sun will bleach his bones quicker.
A policeman who shot down a ten year old in Queens
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and
there are tapes to prove it. At his trial
this policeman said in his own defense
“I didn’t notice the size nor nothing else
only the color”. And
there are tapes to prove that, too.
Today that 37 year old white man
with 13 years of police forcing
was set free
by eleven white men who said they were satisfied
justice had been done
and one Black Woman who said
“They convinced me” meaning
they had dragged her 4’10” black Woman’s frame
over the hot coals
of four centuries of white male approval
until she let go
the first real power she ever had
and lined her own womb with cement
to make a graveyard for our children.
I have not been able to touch the destruction
within me.
But unless I learn to use
the difference between poetry and rhetoric
my power too will run corrupt as poisonous mold
or lie limp and useless as an unconnected wire
and one day I will take my teenaged plug
and connect it to the nearest socket
raping an 85 year old white woman
who is somebody’s mother
and as I beat her senseless and set a torch to her bed
a greek chorus will be singing in 3/4 time
“Poor thing. She never hurt a soul. What beasts they are.”
(image: flavorwire)

Bastardizing Feminism-Aurora Phoenix

feminist rally image

when you call me

feminist

with that sneer

that mocks blue-black

from deadened eyes

have you consulted Webster

as you disparage

inexactly?

is it equality

that prompts

your jaw tightening

snarling disdain?

what fear you

if I stood

shawty

at your side?

 

when you label me

feminist

in that tone

befit for excrement

you trod upon

now befouling your nose

did you crack open Oxford

before you hurl

erroneous aspersions?

 

is it not right

in your eyes

smeared with sycophantic

self-adulation

that I dare believe

I am deserving

of status

non-secondary?

 

when you brand me

feminist

as you would

a wandering cow

to which you lay claim,

who irritates

with wayward ways,

do you peruse American Heritage

as you slander

from spittle-foamed lips?

 

is it my audacity

to advocate

earnest and articulate

on behalf of myself

and sisters in subjugation

that tightens your colon

as you clench

your misbegotten gains?

 

dear sirs (and madams)

I respectfully submit the attached

as evidence of

verbiage abuse

and request that you

cease and desist

 

 

 

 

Poseidon Engulfed

mermaid rising

woke

from a kelp-strangled stupor

the mermaids

unenchanted

ascended in leagues

of their own

unfettered

of Triton’s reign

 

lyrically disgruntled

(not crotchety old-man grumpy)

they trump-eted

fishwifery revolt

spouting cerulean

repudiation

of caricatured

reputation

 

tear-salted dissent

swells aquatic

erupting truth

lives down-scaled

constraints en-Trenched

 

sirening naked

glistening

demonstration

whirlpools

azure spume

 

power backwash

 

in the

undertow

is the

overthrow

 

 

 

 

Encoded- Aurora Phoenix

her ovaries must harbor

in sub-atomic particles

the Jungian aggregation

of all the silencings

the brutal

culturally sanctioned

“God says we should do this”

stoned-for-expressing-sexuality

burned-at-the-stake-for-witchcraft

disfiguring-acid-attacks-for-stepping-out-of-place

whipped-for-being-raped-by-plantation-master

silencings

the subtle

speak-only-when-spoken-to

nice-girls-don’t-rock-the-boat

don’t-be-hostile-I-was-just-kidding-can’t-you-take-a-joke

ignoring-her-comment-and-celebrating-his-quote-of-it

interrupting-to-condescendingly-explain-concepts-she-mistresses

eye-rolling-in-the-face-of-articulate-outrage

silencings

the genital

debasing-the-source-of-life

degrading-the-center-of-worship-if-she-dares-to-control-it

equating-strength-and-ecstasy-with-cowardice

pussy-calling-pussy-grabbing-without-permission

believing-she-bodies-are-public-property

silencings

the relational

perpetual-mother-blaming-for-all-offsprings’-foibles

coffee-fetching-office-organizing-boss-managing-scapegoat-for-missteps

don’t-worry-your-pretty-little-head-about-it-I-got-this-dismissive-“protector”

act-like-a-virgin-in-public-a-whore-in-my-bed-but-only-when-I-want-it-lover

save-me-from-myself-angel-go-along-with-my-wild-ideas-demon-wife

stoop-shouldered-bearer-of-familial-societal-global-responsibility

silencings

how else can she explain

how/why

her eloquent-wordsmithing-doctorally-educated-driven

intrepidly-public-speaking-on-camera-exposing-her-greatest-shame

advocate-passionately-challenging-the-establishment

speaking-truth-to-power-for-a-cause

self

falters

when she tries to say

calm-matter-of-fact-determined-insisting-it-be-honored

“I need this. I deserve this.”

…silenced.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

Deluge- Aurora Phoenix

mother earth face

when mother Gaia

can swallow no more

spilled blood from offspring

of her ravaged womb

and the hail

of bullets

riddles consciousness

until we are inured

to horror

while Big Pharma

and the NRA

slurp the gore

calamity as morning coffee

tooth their gold

and pocket our futures

her grief breaches

banks of comprehension

heavens torrent

flood commences