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Patricia Etienne, 15 january 2013

The Monopolize Way

With your narcissistic aspects,
How can I grow under your shadow?
Must I always carry a panhandling,
or...
Break
Away?
Either way...
The thought of you give me the fear.
Must I remain passive
so I can be pet around?
Must I act coercively-
Again...
How can I break loose
From this-
Hypochondria form of you?

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Patricia Etienne, 22 january 2013

Indian women cry “Great St. Essa”

Oh great wisdom Sage of wondrous time

Shine up your great eyes on the women of India as they have been under difficulties

Their land has no place to free and their voice has no strength to cry for mercy

Each day is a struggle like a challenge for a limb to climb up mountains

For you Great Sage, stood against the great Sanhedrin's practices

Your revolutionary actions, had delivered the ultimate chance, and fair choices

That brought by far, women's and children's rights.

Like Mary-Magdalena became sin-free

The Samaritan woman spread the gospel of salvation

The crippled woman who first took steps inside the synagogue

for you broke down the hall of patriarch superiority

your affirmation on behalf of women, had brought The Pharisees to humiliation and shamed

Oh Great Master-avatar!

Why in India a woman is raped every twenty minutes?

Why such adversities on those women ?

Why tears take the place of their glowing eyes?

why sadness takes constant notes in their hearts?

Why such malevolent at large?

If follow your theory by turning the other cheek to the aggressor.

It won't be much hope and

MeditaTION wouldn't be the answer either

For those Indian women cry “Great St. Essa”

You sacrificed to create peace and gender equality.

Let the bell tolls and said “Beware, Brute-Men leave the site of those women for they are sacred and loved!”

Let those unleashed rapist be refrained to normal type of behavior

For legacy of justice reigns, and the fallen souls shall depart in peace.
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Patricia Etienne, 5 january 2012

Just Another Woman

He came into my life like a gush of water he dispersed everything away

My friends warned me of him, but his strong poetic words transformed my heart to weakness

Gave him my heart and strength with no measure

Then the romance felt good. Each second spent on a high note of excitement

************


Like the only marble left on the round, yet unable to realize

His name was the only one showing on my caller ID

Just like another woman I were to him

But being buried with my naivety of blind love incapable to acknowledge

************


So sad outrageously  sad, my heart genuinely desired him

But for him, simply nothing  it was just to kill time

flipped  his note book, mark down his agenda, point at his next prey

Another one next door, a weak character, or fantasized how his next lust would be

************

His shallow heart and his incentive actions

Brought heart to fear, brought love to regress and hope to lowest point available

Trapped in his arms, as though I made acquaintance with  Dracula

Was concluded when my heart was drained out of blood and touch



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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011

Gone With Her

Then:

          They bullied me,

Made me feel much smaller than what I really was,

Not knowing How to deal with pain I kept inside.

Woe is me

As I cried in grief

Staring at myself

Laying still

As I wish the minutes would be

But twos not

After:

          They made me feel low.

          Called me ugly

          And stepped on every ounce of confidence I had stored.

          Like thieving pirates searching for my sacred treasure,

          They found my self-esteem and took from me.

          The priest said a prayer and placed me to rest.

          My friends and family all shed their tears.

Now:

          I did it! I dealt with her.

Her blood falls on my hands,

But a problem she is to me no more.

They teased and bothered both her and me so much

That I came to a point where I killed myself

I have committed suicide.

The greatest act I have ever done.

I killed her low self-esteem,

Her below zero confidence

And her tradition of crying

But I live,

Proud of myself

And of who I am.

No longer obliged

To the comments they make of me

Or the opinions they have.

For I have committed suicide to her.

Note From author:

This piece of writing is dedicated to all of those who have survived
bullies, who have been teased, who have accepted themselves for
who they are, and learned to get rid of their low self esteem.

So Please keep on fighting!

© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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Patricia Etienne, 25 march 2012

This Poet I Am

Midnight hour sets on the clock

Mother moon, lights up the deep black sky

The ray of light strikes on the surface of my bedroom window

Appears to disturb my sleep cycle

– Meanwhile,

I am tossing and turning unable to find comfort

Alphabetical letters whirled inside my head

Images and shapes throbbing my brain

looking to cluster and birth a meaning.

Under a teeny cylinder candlelight

I oblige to transcribe down my thoughts

Perhaps a poet I come to be?

~~~~

I glimpse down on the paper

Ponderous words exert feelings of discontentment and concern

The muse is coming stronger like a tam tam beat

So words are climbing down as though on the activist dance-hall

– Unbelievable!

They are revolutionise words

In form that pursuit a cause

It seems like my clever in action.

I rebel against my thoughts

I attempt to replace bitter lines with soft sentences

In the end the true rhythm of my heart reveals – A superlative minder

This poet I am

~~~~

Now the candlelight goes out, and

I’m sitting in the dark thinking.

~~~~

Thus, I bump into some difficult tunnels

To hear the voices, to interpret them,

then to feed them accordingly through the mind of the reader and listener.

Not an easy task. Sorry for those who think this way.

– Controversial!

Some depict me as a feminist thinker, a citizen poet--

Others view my approaches as 'A bowl of mixing salad.'

Either one bothers me not

What matters to me is the one life that I touch and make the difference.

There's always one indeed, not to say many

It's the power projected in the pen

The free verse unravel,

and create a piece of evocative writing,

Which is free to revise at any time-- makes me the poet I am.

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Patricia Etienne, 21 february 2012

~~The ist and ism discoloration~~

I am the  creation of the higher up

Can't be the specimen of Virgin Mary

Can best be the seed of Aphrodite

Created to please-

Satisfy,

Submissive,

Lure,

Discrete

Strive and grow

(… Enough already)

~*~

If I choose to follow the path of Lady Godiva

To strengthen things-

Gain remission,

Rebuke oppression,

Acknowledge,

And to set up justice whereupon

(… Frankly, I find nothing wrong with that)

~*~

If I choose to follow my meanings in life

To voice concerns

for those in the dungeon,

Keep in silence with a leash

and blind folded with a gipsy veil

(… then, that's great!)

~*~

If I choose to be me!

I bow down to  no fear , just dare

In spites of being a woman

I step on my imperfections

To flaunt my women-ism-

Socially involved

And, an...

(… Go on , don't crack down, please stop it, stop those tears of yours. You are stronger than that, go on, I'm listening)

~*~
Then why must I misconstrue in the  plethora of  the ist and ism characteristics?

Feminist,

lesbianism,

Envy-ism

All called names  by male chauvinist, sexist

who solely perceived Aphrodite's seeds as stupid and worthless.

Stand on the superiority scale

Throwing dragon fire if winning and controlling are not up to their vantages

(… But sweet pea, you sound very upset)

~*~

Unlike the Virgin Mother

I am a modern woman

I put on the red eyes

When I'm bit by snake tongues

Cruel judgmental minds

I wear my trouser and boots to maintain my activities

I hard labor around the clock

For I sustain and cater to my family

I carry my banner up high to denounce  malfeasance

Intimidation is aroused when imply  the ist and ism cycle

The idea behind is to hibernate thoughts

Cripple and crush  women's souls

In spites of all called names

I remain to be me

Whole and concrete

(… You said it all sweet pea, now rest your case!)

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Patricia Etienne, 21 april 2012

~So disturb! ~

It’s 6: 35 in the morning
I wake up sweat and breathless
Thoughts pounding my head
The ramblings of my brain
Wanting to come out live through ink
I slip my hand to look for you
Then, instead my hand touches
The folded sheet on the pillow
Damned you!
Damned you!
I slip my hands between my thighs
The early sun set hit my eyes
Through the thin curtain window
Allow my eyes to close
The memory of the beautiful night
Shivers my body, then I get angry
Hear my heart cry
God of misericord
Why must it always have to be this way?
Like a hit and run situation
Like a Doctor’s visit
You come and treat my pain
And then hit the road
Never once have the chance
To wake up cuddle in your arms.
To cry our joys of the night passé
To gaze into each other’s eyes
Share a good morning kiss
Or drink a morning coffee together
Never mind!
O’ ma tête me fait mal
C'est comme une piqûre d`aiguille
ça me fait si mal, si mal
Dans ma tête...
I try to think of something else
Still my thoughts want to
Transcribe on paper and
Here is my endless story (…)
Patricia Etienne

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Patricia Etienne, 20 april 2012

~Humanity Cries Woe~

Gazing upon the rocky grey mountain peaks
Abruptly, particle of rocks avalanche break away
Rush down the surface of the mountain
and shake the ground into bitter disaster
It seems like darkness holds the world hostage

Rush down the surface of the mountain
Like a cat sink its claws into the wall- people hang on the edge
Fighting not to slide down below the cave erosion
Anatomy of fear stares in the eyes of us all
Really no room to talk, humanity is caught in the act of misdeed

Anatomy of fear stares in the eyes of us all
When we are trapped under the cloud's veil
and evil paint-balls spread all over our bodies
Should harsh reality to be tossed in?
What is our reasons and alibis?

Humanity cries for help and attention
What is our reasons and alibis?
We are of different races, ethnicities and creeds- love must not flourish
For you not silence- I must retaliate
For we are not in the same political comfort zone- war must declare

Humanity cries for help and attention
Who to blame and who should we go to for repair?
It's to keepsake, and can't be left in this lucrative scene
We should collaborate, and make amend, but when?.
Humanity cries- look at me, notice me and stare at me!

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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011

Am I a Conniver?

For so I am a woman

All fingers are pointing at me

All eyes are fixating on me

All verdicts are going against me

For what reason ever be

Who has the right?

Who has the right to think that way?

My question is yet to answer

~~``~~

For so I am a woman

It's like a stigma

I am viewed like a rotten apple

A libertine, thinking by many

For what so ever reason

Who has the right?

Who has the right to feel that way?

My question is yet to answer.

~~``~~

Indeed I am a woman

I am perturbed,

Prosecuted,

laughed at,

Damaged,

Minimized,

Pushed aside,

I long carry the world's burdens on my back.

~~``~~

For all I know

I am a woman

From Eve

Pass down the curse

Begins far, so far back

In the ancient epoch

Time of B.C.

When the pleasing to the eyes fruit got bitten

Then sins take nascence

I come to be the conniver

~~``~~

Alright I am a woman

Through childbirth

I hollow

I agonize

I encounter,

Pain beyond the word imagination

I pay my penance

Am I still a conniver?

~~``~~

He the superior of all lawyers

He makes all the laws

And he who has the right

To give all the rights;

Has already given me,

My rights

I am a woman

I am at my own free will.

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Patricia Etienne, 11 september 2013

* America Remembers *

Simply Tuesday morning, a day just like the ordinary
But to some Lucifer's hearts,
It's planned to be a day in hell
And continues to be a hellish memory to some.

Yeah, America Remembers!
A morning that goes the opposite
When the sun overtaken by cloudiness
And darkness spreads onto her land.

Yeah, America Remembers!
A morning that turns out to be
A deadly viper assassination squad.
That serves thick blood on a plate, and tears in a mug for breakfast.

Yeah, America Remembers!
A morning that rips many families apart.
and hold many hearts in sorrow
And lead many children to the orphan world.

Yeah,9/11/01
America falls onto her knees.
It's as if the sword of Zeus is planted into her heart
Oh she weeps and weeps
The tears that fall from her eyes look like the river of the unknown gods.

Oh terrorists!
You strike my land but I'm not destroyed
You shed my children blood
But most are standing tall and vigilant

You must know
With my torch holding up high
I am who they say I am
My road is illuminating for life to come.