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Back among our ancient ancestry We search and search Asking Where are our heroines?
Where are those brave, Geniuses we know existed?
And we forget that in those Great matriarchal days The Mothers Lived in harmony (Of course there were some hang-ups Like getting enourh to eat Or finding safe shelter from the night And personal conflicts too To the point where they had to Institute taboos:
You couldn't eat your own Or sleep with your own Clan or gens or whatever it was back then...) The first societies were Really social The I was submerged In the glorious We (Or so this poet loftily speculates) And if somen-one had a great idea She'd say "Hey I've got a great idea" In whatever primitivs language They used back then And they'd all pitch in And develop the idea And invent fire Or domesticate those first wild cats That came around the caves Or put early chemistry to work And create vessels To contain the fruits of their labours Until, collectively, They developed the first possibility For Leisure And hacked drawings on the walls of caves And made magnificent heiroglyphics Allowing their brains To transcend the animal world With language Much as their hands had done With creative labour...
individual, female (Not matriarchal in the sense of patriarchal now)
We've come so far And most of them More Leisure Until today And individual ideas Whore our minds Like they make us Been socialized Production lines At least most work. Men's work.
And women's work? What kind of society Who were the first cave drawers? The authors of those poems On the walls of caves?
Tell us their names!! we ask That the names were not important The individual was not yet So enshrined and debased And anyhow they only lived And maybe the mothers Were pregnant most of the time Or dying in childbirth Or the entire species Was catching dread and mysterious So they really couldn't be bothered Indulging in egotism Running around getting copyrights On who invented the wheel...
The Mothers got put down Somewhere along the way And the Fathers took over Got taken over in turn By God-Almighty rivate /roperty And the species developed Albeit, a minority enjoyed it At the expense of the vast Mostly female majority But the species pressed forward When we have individual homes And individual parents And individual automobiles And individual aspirations And hopes and desires Which we jealously guard From the predatory brainpickers Who seek to steal them When they can't make us Whore our hands and bodies...
Yet education has once again And work has been removed From private fuedal estates and plantations To great socialized(albeit alienated)
Is it not time once more To take ideas out of tie private realm And socialize them once again While we socialize housekeeping And childbearing and menpampering In what kind of society Can the concept exist Of an illegitimate child Or a Blue-Cross insurance scheme (If you're lucky enough to find such a plan to pay for your Hospitalization when 111)?
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Creates the contradiction Where we want to control our bodies Yet fear the pill because we don't Even know what's in it?
In what kind of society Can there be children Who are parents' heirs Inheriting whatever slice of life They were born into?
Miners who can't buy coal White men in space And Black men in hovels?
In what kind of society Can there be in one single apartment building Four hundred little kitchens With four hundred fridges, And four hundred bookshelves Each with its own precious pricey books The owners fear to lend Because people don't respect books?
In what kind of society Can there be twenty different kinds of detergent All the same with different names And ugly buildings lining our city streets hile art is relepated To obscure galleries most people Have never heard of And graffitti is illegal?
In what kind of society Can exist the concept Of a plagerized idea?
Our ancient ancestors Our Mothers Knew better. stoves and sinks And perhaps The responsibility For rescuing the planet From its madness Falls once again To the Mothers.
The New Revolutionary Mothers Who understand one doesn't have to Breed to be a mother And there is other labour Besides the labour of childbirth. Perhaps the fathers Will simply have to come along Or fall by the wayside. We will learn and assimilate The lessons of Our ancient collective heroines And learn them well.
And one of our rallying cries Can be:
Rationalize the earth Rationalize ideas Internationalize the truth Down with copyrights And degrading individualism Up with creation Of a society where everyone Can be a real individual And ideas are the property 1 all And not some chosen lew...