A Prose Poem
It wasn’t all that glamorous. They were hidden away, never choosing, never voting, but always hoping the policies would change. That men would understand the well. Sickness, instead of the romance, we dream about. It was not about the long dresses, eyelashes, and fanning themselves. It was harsh, the life of a servant.
There was a darkness in our history, but thank God for the light. Freedom was born slowly, a painful labor. Some conservatives lament losing the past, shame on them. Let it die, so we can all live. And so that the women in history, will stop turning over, in their graves.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
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