Elly Lily

Tuesday, September 19

they are singing - a poem

they sing
the people of the movement
they sing

the feminine denied of power because of the femininity
they sing
the rainbow of colors denied of showing their love for one another
they sing
the souls hidden from view because they are treated as dangerous storms by the real dangerous storms
they sing
the mistaken enemy that the enemy has made, who only wants peace and to not have to feel afraid they sing

Tuesday, September 5

what if? - a poem

what ifs roll through my brain
chasing ideas on roller skates
I can't catch them, they go down the drain.

what if love could be as passionate and spontaneous as a teenage dream
a fantasy
a book that has a happy ending
but not just a happy ending but our happy ending
but take out the ending
and what if it could just be our happiness
our love
what if love was just love
water in a glass
with no glass
just water
and the water becomes the air

Tuesday, August 29

Society's view of "women's logic" - my thoughts

In film and books and in many aspects of humorous writing that is portrayed in a man's perspective women often get cast off in this "you can not understand women" manner.

Jokes that in a way bring down women's minds and instead of looking a little deeper and seeing the beauty of a women's perspective, the joke keeps above water and simplifies it into "women's logic"

Yes, there are things that resonate more with a women's view just like you can say the same about men, but these ways of dividing the points of view seem to result in "men = simple, obvious, and the correct way of doing things and women = elaborate, emotional, unclear way"

Tuesday, August 22

August - a poem

August
August is the time of year that everything slows and recaps
to relap and start over to stop and move over
for the new season and the new reasons that make us happy

it is almost time for everything to diminish and August is the finally
the final burst of fireworks in a dark, midnight sky, the long stretch of vocals that signal for applause, the end of something wonderful.

August is the anticipation the sensation of the last summer day.
the warm air against your skin, the slight breeze beckoning for a new era to begin.
The last day spent in a whirlwind of nothingness the possibilities endless for something to arise.
it is the end of a summer song, the last chorus repeated until it is gone.

August is the time of summer that gives you a chance to say goodbye
before the birds of the warm weather take up to the sky and fly

Tuesday, August 15

Silence is Violence


This weekend in Charlottesville Virginia white supremacists held a rally to oppose the removal of a statue of the Confederate general, Robert E. Lee from a city park.
Late Friday night hundreds of torch bearing people marched in the University of Virginia. They walked to a statue of Thomas Jefferson, where a group of counterprotesters were gathered and a brawl ensued.
This event was planned to create fear and was an act of terriosm.
White sumpremacy has no place in America.