Discard Civility in this case it is War waged against an Ethnic STudies Prof.

I Take Pity on the Scholar who Pities the Poet: A WoManifesto

I will not retreat for regrets foreign

to myself…Everything will be equal.

A new language no doubt partly

based on the old one, will be unveiled.

Prepared in advance and theorized

documented sequenced and organized,

a Version of a history will come forth

When Justice has its Day in Court,

against Egregious Arrogance built of

unfounded Vanity dressed in Poor Threads.   

A matter is raised and then another,

("someone at work's complicating our hoax")

Discard Civility it is War War

waged against an Ethnic Studies Prof.

Goodbye Privacy and Happy Pursuits.

(like teaching Youths to Write to Write!)

We know the sound of American English

And its Past. Sirs, the Ideas we Inhabit

Are dangerous to Power-Addled

Authority without a Purpose.

We’ve been defrauded and defamed time

and again,  due to our Penchant to test

an Idea and again and again

see its Origin in Uncivil Persons

with Obvious influence on Properties

of Economy who mandate against
academic freedom and expression.

To the Students to them by a Teacher

in Chains such a minor contributor

such as Edith yes her. She’s moving On

No retreat for a Poet is Possible

You've seen but the Prologue of my Idea:

to be Free of  your Oppressive Suckling

mad Worm of False Promise which
grants Honor and Fresh Prey for piteous Dicks

of Sexual Predation time and again.--

counterproductive for Edith, for women

who came to her with Similar Woes

who she was by Duty bound by State Laws

to protect and help. The Truth will be Known

known best in my Verse. Re-Verse

ourselves,  Aussi toude les mondes.

We are on Common Ground on this Dance Floor
for the first time Together. Shall we waltz
from the Top? Come take my hand and I yours.

I didn't exist until you woke me.

This Poet you forced from her sweet slumber

Its Voice of Resistance Assumes a Form—

A Preview of History—Sí Se Pudó

c'est un fait accompli.  Justice Dancehall

let us begin preparations for the Waltz.

Se empieza El Valso, Speak English

Ya Estufas! A Mint Spanglish straight from El

Pachuco we were born to our Mothers.

You are the Border-Crossers. Now, get it

Straight from the Beginning…No, we are not 

giving it up to you for no job, Güey
Ése, el Territorio Sonetero

alzamos a los Brazos, Braceros,

When you call us Indians, we turn Our Cheeks

and we invoke the Spirits of our Parents

in Four Directions: from the West Paula,

NorthSouth Ramon, and the East Morris,

Clemens, Comstock, a Poetical Hope….

Rejected Quakers they went to Rhode Island,   

then to Ohio to become farmers

and consistent with social justice

as it was they gained a conscience to boast

of resistance to harsh authority.

~~A WoManifesto by Sappho 

Grandniece of Becca Comstock, sister of

Edith, mother of our father John
and our wise mother, La Serena Mayor.