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Where Poetry Lives
since 2009
Joy Rosenberg
Joy is a winner of the 2nd Annual Women's Month Poetry Contest - sponsored by LAPS and Metal Babe Mayhem!
Our judges were absolutely floored by the empowering poem Joy submitted, Let Earth Receive Her Queen. It's a poem with such passion and honesty that most women can stand by. We loooooove it! This is also is a poem celebrating Women in Music, which was what we were looking for! Tell it! This award winning poem has won publication in LAPS Poet Pages and also a $25 cash prize!
Joy Rosenberg moved to California in 2000 after a young life on the east coast. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in religion from Wellesley College and a Master of Professional Writing from the University of Southern California. Her poems have appeared in print in The Free Venice Beachhead and online at Spiral Bridge Writers Guild. She has taught in the Los Angeles public schools for 12 years, lives at the beach with her husband and daughter, and loves making music and hula hooping.
Let Earth Receive Her Queen
after Ani DiFranco
A promise
was broken
and no one thought
we noticed.
We noticed.
We didn’t have words
for it, didn’t have
its soundtrack until
she came snarling,
growling, howling,
yodeling and giggling
with press-on nails
duct-taped to her fingers,
so she could rage that guitar
with abandon.
They thought they
could overlook us,
dress us up,
entomb us.
We could not be found in
their Bibles
We could not be found on
TV
They heard us asking for
a takeover,
not simply
equality.
But in every city,
we were rising.
Communally, we raged
against the one-time isolation of
disappointment,
and transfigured our lives,
gave up our seats
at the school of cosmetology,
and took star roles
in our own cosmogony.
Our Big Bang happens
every month.
The universe contracts itself
in a vice grip until we give in
to the explosion, the inevitability of pain.
First: a trickle, then:
the flood.
We don't expect
an apology.
Some consciousness
would do
just fine, though.
(c)2016, Joy Rosenberg