I'm going to celebrate with poetry!
When I started this blog I was riddled with insecurity and lack of confidence. I used to come online, laughing and flirting and pretending to be totally The Thing. The truth was, if I had had a poem dedicated to me back then, I would have run in terror. I wouldn't have understood that I was good enough for such warm appreciation.
It was a long journey for me to gain confidence, to get a better idea of how strong a person I am. If you are someone who thinks you aren't clever or pretty or funny enough, or otherwise an attractive person, this blogpost is for you. I thought that too when I started writing, and now I have got poetry dedicated to me online. If you had told me that would happen when I started with blog review #1, I would have jumped for joy.
'Smatteroffact (*smugness*) recently two poems were written for me! This one is by my lovely friend HP and is a little spoof on Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese #43. That actually is one of my favourite poems, so I am doubly delighted that HP has parodied it for myself. (I probably should explain that my nickname on the writers' board is Duchess, because I use a picture of Duchess the cat from Aristocats as my avatar.)
How do we love thee?
Let me count the ways:
We love thee for thy trenchant humour
That passes all understanding.
We love thee for thy wordage; It passes over my head
At very high speed.
(Feminism?: Wassat ?)
(Deconstruction?: You WHAT?)
We love thee for thy cheeky prose:
And strange translations of foreign poets
read in a breathy English-sounding voice.
The other poem is by Curl4ever, who has started reviewing on this blog and whose stories on Brawna I reviewed recently. His poem is about women generally and how we have many sides to us. I love how he depicts a tigress strength in Internet Feminist.
|My troll-smacking outfit|
- from Pinterest
I love writing this blog. Here's to another 99 posts! I do enjoy being an Internet Feminist; especially now that I hang out with friends who appreciate what I'm doing and cheer me on. I saw one of the real life bullies the other day at a work event. He looked very miserable and snuck off after lunch with his tail between his legs. I stayed on all weekend, having a delicious single malt whisky with one of my pals and going to fun workshops and chatting with my colleagues about our work.