English Major – Kiersen Elle Peach

Broken, I am the second sex.

I sit

In a professor’s office knit.

He’s a man who can open doors by closing you in.
My eyes look down towards my shirt’s firm fit.
Bent and frustrated he tells me again

That I should be an English Major, he’ll help me in

It’s just a sweet nothing sin…

He knows people.
I could be someone
I could be big.
But how big can I get if I’m under him?

Turning the door knob and looking away.

With borrowed strength I remembered outweighed:

That while Eve came of Adam, Lilith was cut from his same clay

Not less or more, we are the same
I won’t rent or sell my core within
Steadfast against man’s original sin.

Kiersen Elle Peach is a writer and teacher out of Sacramento, California.  She spends her days writing, removing objects from her 2-year-old’s jaws, and wishing to be James Joyce.  You can read more of her writing at K. Elle Peach


Featured Post: No Icing on the Cake – Heather Carr-Rowe

say, I
am the second
sex subservient to man,
the little woman kept between
layers of life, like lemon icing-
turned sour with the gumption to complain;
I expect to rise in the mix – be
recognized beyond baker’s conception of icing to the cake
refuse submission to your bakery of delights point of view,
and create a recipe of equality- a new world view
no one submits to Other, rather fresh ingredients mix
deem a society of freedoms to belong together
in ways that no longer require icing
between layers – rather a single cake-
of the whole human perspective,
economic slices are equal
opportunities are fair,
and subservience,

©Heather Carr-Rowe

I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

Featured Post: The Second Sex – Tamara Fricke

Without prehistoric fowl
genetically morphing
to adapt to environmental
conditions and laying
eggs with divergent offspring
there would be no chickens
no quiche, no cockscomb
to name our hats.

So, tell me, again,
how I’m the second sex?

Tamara Fricke is the 2010 co-winner of the Gertrude Claytor Award of the Academy of American Poets and is previously published by The Lyon Review, Meat for Tea, Attack Bear Press Poetry Vending Machine, Whisper and the Roar, We Will Not Be Silenced, and has been included in a number of compilations.  Her poetry chapbook Our Requiem was released in 2014.  She lives in Springfield, MA, with an ungrateful cat, where she writes grants professionally.

Featured Post: The Second Sex – Robert G. Wertzler

Which is the second sex?
Is female an incomplete male,
Or male an incomplete female?
Before the invention of sex
Cells reproduced by simply
Dividing into duplicates of themselves.
But which came first, She or He?
To ask is nonsense. Like Yin and Yang
From Tao, they arise into being together.

Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

The Second Sex – Georgiann Carlson

there is no second sex
only genders
lots of genders
new one’s
popping up every day
finally freed from hiding
I think there will be a
gender unknown
box on job apps soon

the second sex was simply
used to show women’s position
in a man’s world
and it still exists today
women are still
under the patriarchal thumb
ruled through power and violence
If there HAS to be a first gender
it would be a woman
even Jesus couldn’t get here
without his mother
of course
makes him


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: The Second Sex

Throughout the month of August, Christine will be providing a daily writing prompt based on the title of a seminal feminist book. These are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, or a piece of flash fiction in 30 minutes or less.

The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR integrate all the words in the title into your piece somehow

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless and Whisper and the Roar, email your prompt inspired pieces to Christine at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com.

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  • # the title of the daily theme
  • #FeministBookChallenge
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You can also share your response pieces in the comments below the Daily Prompt.

The Second Sex