Oxymorons are Good for the Soul

by bonnie azoulay in


 For a “Strong Woman

I am very weak

Rosie the Riveter is

Peering into my soul

And questioning

 my womanhood

 

I practice my No’s in the mirror.

A mantra I rehearse like a small child

Refusing the inundation of veggies

And pinched cheeks

 

For an outspoken person,

I am silent.

The day’s harsh words

Settle into the abyss of my core

Till late at night when I choose

to answer back to pulseless paper—

Telling the account through poetry.

 

For a hard worker

I am very lazy

Slipping things under the rug

With the shrug of my shoulders

An attempt to cover up the lie

I.e.  “It’s Okay”, “It’s fine

 

For my ambitious spirit

I send my apologies

Dreaming big was engulfed long ago

By disappointment and so now,

I am left in a realistic world

 

One that lives in the shadows

Of a mediocre stigma,

Trying to keep up with

The qualities I embody

Sometimes fall astray

Because Remnants

of a stereotypical woman

have made a mockery

Of my unconventional self

 


Certainty

by bonnie azoulay in


He held my hand
The way a mother
Holds her new born 
For the first time;
Reeling in its novelty. 
Flimsy and sweaty hands
Interlaced in the spaces
Between my fingers 
He didn't pull away
And I didn't mind
It felt certain 


Breakup poetry need not be understood by outsiders

by bonnie azoulay in


On our second date

You asked quite eager

If I wrote a poem 

About you

You broke my heart

Before I got the chance to

 

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They said I couldn't change him

But when I walked past            

Our favorite cafe                          

I saw him sipping his tea                

With honey                                    

And before I met him                      

He would sip his tea                      

With sugar 

For that

I knew I'd changed him

 

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He'll forget me

Until he sees

Molly Ringwald.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

I'd always say.

Her old films 

No longer on T.V.

I'll remember him

Every time I see

The sun setting.

"Isn't it beautiful?" 

He'd always say.

The sun sets 

Every day. 

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