I wrote a poem.

Hello Reader-Friends!

I totally have spring fever!!! ...oh, Mr.Motivation, where have you gone? I tell you where he has gone. He is already sitting on the plane, waiting for me to get on to Las Vegas for spring break, that's where! I am going to help some good friends with a church plant. You should definitely check out the church's blog! What is also very exciting is that I get to go with some of my very favorite people! But seriously, I seriously have a spring fever though. Around here, we call it the "delta crud." I had to stay in bed today :( Despite, my lack of motivation I really, really hate falling behind in life! Oh, well must get better!

Last week the literary magazine staff  that I am on hosted an open  mic at our town's new coffee shop, Mississippi Grounds. I finally got the guts to read a poem after having many of these nights already. I thought since I got up and read it in front of people I would brave sharing it on here too.

I was in my Women Philosophers class and we were talking about a Japanese philosopher named Murasaki. She lived in a Shinto Buddhist society, in which women were deemed subservient to men. They were not express their thoughts or even think for that matter. They had no control over their fate. Being a society based in the Buddhist religion they believed in reincarnation. As a women, one didn't even have a chance at paradise; she would first have to be reincarnated as a man. Murasaki wrote a literary work (very risky business) in which a fictional character, Ukifune, challenges the Shinto Buddhist precepts.

I started to feel very sad for these women and women in societies like (I believe there are still some cultures that feed women the same stuff today). I am so blessed to have the freedom to voice my thoughts; I am even strongly encouraged to think and speak. As sympathized for these women, I wrote a poem to them.

Ode to Uki

I’m trying to wrap my mind

around your body

How racked with discomfort

It Must Be!

Your breath, patterned by nervousness

What you wouldn’t give

to break the silk lace,

to slouch just a bit.

They scowl

at your form

And govern you

With the rod of Shinto

You don’t disgust yourself

Do you?

You must awaken wisdom,

you know?

Martyr for your virtue!

I understand.

Easy for me to say,

When I don’t understand

When I can’t even wrap my mind

 around you.

Blogging my Battles and Blessings,

Amber Marie