An intense women-centric, distress poem, by Tali Cohen, exclusively for Different Truths
Women like me, yes have been added over the years to overshadow what preceded us that is mostly not in line with our agenda. The accepted wording is not what will satisfy our desires – Desires? Ours? Well then, I write in the female first person plural so as not to sound as one who sins with pretension as an individual woman, however I do not have many female friends for this journey and those who have already passed through a station or two according to the fixed rules of society A woman like me tries to stay free from society and at the same time to be in it with boycotts in double-digit ages until the arrival of the adolescence age and beyond I bear this bitter in sult so far. So! Spare judging me that “Cohen Shabtai has rules of her own…” as Amos Levitan* wrote about me. I came with the goal of satiating inspirations based on my theories Therefore I collect poems of the margins of humankind, since they have a greater potential to waver from the conventions – just like me! With 50 cents in my wallet I live my own actions lest my inarticulate mouth will be passed over and my eyes? My eyes are blinded. Women like me, particularly at the beginning of the fifteenth century were persecuted and burned for being independent and strong at the Catholic church’s instruction Nowadays? You can petition the High Court of Justice. So, it is for a woman like me.
*A well-known Israeli poet and editor.
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