Showing posts with label #socialoutrage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #socialoutrage. Show all posts

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Sparked by Injustice, I Wrote This Poem...


Questions Raised by Belittled Testimony

By Susan L. Lipson


Why is it that men who’ve cried out
years after their abuse by priests
are considered brave heroes,
with suppressed memories—
PTSD, in fact—
when they step forward publicly,
painfully recounting memories to the best of their abilities;
supported by the outraged community
who condemns the defiling of innocence;
not interrogated by critics determined to cast doubts
on their very characters,
to victimize them again,
to mentally rape them
with slander;
while women who dare to cry out
about having been molested, harassed, abused, raped, 
and violated in their past youth
by power-seeking men who once were
boys, just being boys
(not “assailants” or “abusers” or “rapists”—just randy boys),
are not considered heroes, but rather:
“politically motivated pawns,” 
“confused and misguided neurotics,”
“vengeful liars or self-righteous exaggerators,” 
or even “attention-whores”?

Why is double jeopardy illegal,
But not double victimization?

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

#NationalPoetryMonth



          #NationalPoetryMonth inspires me to add more poetry to both my own and my students' writing collections. So I use prompts with them that also move me to write what I assign. My students liked this, and I hope you will, too.


Inner Riot
(inspired by the poem "Harlem," by Langston Hughes)
by Susan L. Lipson

What happens to social outrage,
never acted upon?

Does it whirl around like a funnel cloud,
in search of captives to uplift and transport,
Or does it hover indecisively,
Then get blown out to sea?


Does it spark like twigs and logs,
carefully stacked and lit,
Or choke like embers
smothered by handfuls of sand?

Maybe it just gets buried,
like nuclear waste?

Or does it burn like a city set ablaze by rioters?