|Photo taken from www.margepiercy.com|
Thanks to my English class, I discovered Marge Piercy. Piercy is a writer influenced by feminism. I cannot believe I didn’t know about her when I was a non leg shaving, man loathing (I thought this was how I was supposed to act. What the hell did I know?) intern at NOW. In hindsight, I think Queenie would have had a coronary if I began to spout lines of Piercy’s work. She was sure my time at NOW would find me either arrested or a mateless spinster.
A funny story. When I was 19, I was placed on punishment for attending a pro choice rally in Center City. My mom saw my picket sign and flipped the fug out! She freaked and told me I couldn’t leave the house. Of course I disobeyed and caught all kinds of Hell. But, dammit, I was 19!!!
As I was writing a paper for class, Piercy’s poem The Woman in the Ordinary remided me of Ledisi’s Pieces of Me. In the poem, I saw that despite what’s on the outside, women always possess multiple layers of their lives. Ledisi sings of the same thing.
Ledisi’s Pieces of Me:
Excepy from Piercy’s The Woman in the Ordinary:
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl
is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.
Round and pebble smooth she effaces herself
under ripples of conversation and debate.
This entire poem can be found at poemhunter.com.