for
As they were wishing me dead
I was marveling how
stone cold dead they were
inside-out.
They stared at my naked mouth,
and stood aghast, as if they
did not see my grinning lips
rather, my bare vulva exposed.
Their looks at me tried to kill,
pumped out several rounds
into me while I was just
making the rounds about town.
But they never shot me down.
My build was strong steel.
I was Superwoman
without the cute cape and boots.
My town was a battlefield
of their own making.
But I didn’t want a war—
I just wanted to shop in peace.
Commentary of Poem:
A repost from 2023. Inspired by a Substack post called “ A Lost Small Town” written in October 2022 by Dr. Naomi Wolf (worth a follow).
The author and activist recounts her experience walking in her town of Millerton, New York while unvaccinated (sans Covid shots) and unmasked during heightened days of the pandemic (remember these?)
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Thank you for posting this poem by Dr. Naomi Wolf, Marinarena. It is amazing how quickly millions of Americans succumbed to propaganda and turned on their own people.
I remember as a teen reading books about the Holocaust and asking my parents how the rest of the world could not recognize what was happening. It boggled my mind that persecution of such a magnitude could go on against one specific group of people - all in plain sight. Yet, here we were in America, less than 80 years later, venturing down the same treacherous path. It is true - history does repeat itself. We would be wise to learn how to avoid making the same tragic mistakes.
Ah how the world has changed yet not changed. It seems it has always been this way but I must have been on 'the other side' and not realised! Now to have experienced this side... Losing job, 'friends', marriage, even my elderly parents turned against me, my religion excluded me.... Now I see. Great poem, thanks 🙏