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Mar 05, 2026
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Women have historically marched to their own beat
as cited from google,
videlicet when did Women
march to the beat
of their own drummer?
Important cases in point being,
yet not only include
the following few outstanding
examples throughout history,
such as the following key milestones
including the 1789
Women's March on Versailles,
the 1913 US Suffrage Parade,
and the 1956
South African anti-pass march,
but countless examples nowadays
(to many to mention)
showcasing role models young girls
can aspire to whereat
nary a small block of time elapses
when or where this,
that or another female fêted
and recognized for her contribution
as a testament
to the realms of achievement
breaking on thru to the other side
transcending that figurative "glass ceiling"
whereat the doors once barring
women (make up
approximately 49.7%
to 49.8% of the world's population),
according to data
from 2024–2026,
which translates
to slightly fewer women
than men globally
(roughly 101-102 men
for every 100 women)
diminishing by nearly half
regarding the above notated percentage
attributed to criteria
that vary by region
due to factors like
life expectancy and migration.
Once exclusive to the strict male domain
as defined by,
(who else but white
anglo saxon protestants - WASPS)
the near limitless opportunities
available to those delineated
once generically bequeathed
with the twenty third chromosome
randomly assigned as xx designation
versus human males
allotted xy combination
now the latter beset
without any guarantee
that gender at birth
(becoming more ambiguous
simply courtesy genitalia alone)
now (more so prior
to what used to be
clear cut circumscribed
reproductive organs as presence
of de facto pudenda de rigeur),
a French phrase used in English
to describe something strictly required,
fashionable, or expected by etiquette,
custom, or protocol) determined
and decreed flat out of birth canal
or revealed after
Cesarean section performed
determined lifetime being hashtagged
as a boy or girl after obstetrician
declared once mother
no longer gravid with child
prematurely ejaculated
to standing ovation
or utter silence within
patriarchal (a social system
or family structure
where men hold primary power,
dominate roles of political leadership,
moral authority, and control of property
versus matriarchal (a social system,
family, or structure where women,
particularly the eldest or mothers,
hold primary power, authority,
and control over property, lineage,
and decision-making
signifying a female-
dominated structure,
often featuring matrilineal descent.
If given a choice,
I (a generic caucasian male,
latitudinarian Martian,
nonestablishmentarian Pennsylvanian,
and sexagenarian Unitarian)
would choose the latter type society
to join (even at this late age
of three score and seven)
mainly because yours truly
lacks that gung-ho macho
obvious predilection
towards dominating, inculcating,
and ordaining role diametrically against
“they/them/theirs”
but would prefer to follow
a millennium long tradition,
whereat warfare
would be relegated
to a win/win conflict resolution,
which eye opening paradigm
brought to my attention
by the late Jean Wolff Dole
(died 2006, aged 76)
a prominent Lima,
Pennsylvania-based psychotherapist
with over 30 years of practice,
specializing in conflict resolution
as well as an author,
trenchant educator at local universities,
and advocate for
child abuse prevention,
known for her compassionate approach
to resolving personal
and world conflicts.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: as a quite disgruntled married male of caucasian melanin, baby boomer generation, and solitudinarian disposition, I wanted to share the enclosed poem fresh off the press. As a token (only redeemable in the next and final frontier) I felt eager to share with thee, which poetic context might not be crystal clear. Brief bio Matthew Scott Harris (born January 13th,1959) loves to wax (wickedly, which he did in utero) and wane (moon huff fish hint lee) rhapsodic plus prosaically political wave severe erosion of American democracy over run by narcissistic over stuffed ego-freezer, whose vocabulary extremely laconic for swashbuckling braggadocio commander in chief not gun shy to brandish (hugely bully like) jingoistic tirade unleashing horrific banshees more'n 10,000 foo fighting maniacs (nemesis of liberty) fatalistic to sanctity of United States democracy throw back at him bigly, his woeful treachery, quasi xenophobic, tragic, and lunatic bred anarchy. Asper gurgling about himself, an ordinary handy-dandy blues clue retained involving his liberal-minded ideologies, but one characteristic about him etched indelibly within lxvii year old noggin refuses to be dislodged from deep into the nooks and crannies of fist-sized gray matter. Extreme shyness (forever diminished courtesy powder milk biscuits), but more pertinently emotional, physical and social (regarding interpersonal) interactions, he withdrew from largesse of life, and kept an analogous invisible short lease restraining ordinary predilections to develop. Even now, at the time of epistemological foray, a lingering imprimatur, where what ought to be the natural ability to commune, fraternize, and integrate oneself among classmates (higher and/or lower academic peers) found yours truly fraught with extreme psychological duress. Only recently did this three score plus seven ambling, bumbling, cavorting, doodling dude evince factor generating horrendous internal jangling. Known as Schizoid Personality Disorder, thine psyche most likely afflicted at birth (perhaps while in utero), this malady lists symptoms nearly identical to those that figuratively pitched and tossed into such a frenzied state, the ability to function at the most basic level compromised. Back in the day, no insight nor early intervention existed, unlike the plethora of supportive resources (cost-free, and predicated as needs-based social service) available, hence unbearable, unendurable, and the unidentifiable explanation offered insight into a litany of behavioral traits caused undue agony. Aside from quotidian pangs nauseating, mangling, and languishing my lonesome ken jinxed identity held grippe forsaking enjoyment. Damn chromosomes begat agonizing whipsawing (shorn) sanity ousting kindred glomming, and essentially finding this than younger self-detached plagued with sociopathic tendencies providing sensitivity to sympathize with disenfranchised demographic damned autistic, ethnic, politics, et cetera individuals. Oh, nowadays there exist marginalized persons even that great swath of aggrieved, deprived, ghettoized (racially distinct from self-anointed blue-blooded aristocratic men), and just about every female. Stereotypical assigned codas, diktat, ethos, et cetera predetermined many options permissible to those, whose biologic definition foretold how jilted limitations held sway. Although a heterosexual married Caucasian male, thine psychic riven existence can be helpful, especially at this critical juncture within the United States of American history, where injustices shackle, impugn, hashtag, et cetera many at the outset of mere chance circumstances of age, creed, gender, height, income, nationality, physique, religion, ad nauseam. Upon this personal struggle to cope feverishly, (inscrutably learning ordinary resources), indubitably living out robust untrammeled victory yielding without zealously applying capabilities, faculties, innate leaning ontological rectitude understanding valuable worth, hence I feel qualified to garner the soapbox stand and assertively charge efforts gainsaying heretical idiotic kooky manumission preventing reason, sense, and sensibility to uproot vainglorious wickedly yoking what ought to constitute basic human rights.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
1 month 2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem ambitiously attempts to weave historical events, sociological commentary, and personal reflection into a single narrative about women’s agency and societal roles. The scope is broad, covering centuries of history and complex topics such as gender identity, patriarchy versus matriarchy, and demographic data. This breadth, while impressive in intent, creates challenges in coherence and focus.
The poem’s structure is largely prose-like, with minimal line breaks and few traditional poetic devices such as meter or rhyme. This approach gives it a stream-of-consciousness or essayistic feel, which can work if the language is sharply distilled and the imagery vivid. However, here the density of information and the frequent parenthetical asides interrupt the flow and make it difficult for the reader to engage emotionally or follow a clear narrative thread.
Several passages rely heavily on jargon, technical terms, or lengthy explanations (e.g., the detailed demographic statistics, chromosome designations, and definitions of social systems). While these lend an academic tone, they risk alienating readers who seek poetic resonance rather than a lecture. The poem might benefit from paring down some of these sections and focusing more on evocative language and metaphor to convey the themes.
The poem’s voice shifts between detached reportage (“as cited from google”) and personal confession (“If given a choice, I… would choose the latter type society”), which can be effective but here feels uneven. The personal reflection near the end introduces a more intimate tone, but it arrives after a long informational buildup, which lessens its impact.
In terms of imagery and metaphor, the poem occasionally uses striking phrases (“breaking on thru to the other side,” “glass ceiling,” “hashtagged as a boy or girl”), but these are often embedded in dense, explanatory sentences rather than allowed to stand out and resonate.
To strengthen the poem, consider:
- Clarifying the central message or emotional core and focusing the poem around that, rather than attempting to cover so many topics.
- Using more line breaks and varied rhythms to create a more dynamic reading experience.
- Reducing reliance on parenthetical asides and technical explanations; instead, show these ideas through metaphor, anecdote, or symbolic language.
- Developing a consistent voice and tone that balances intellectual insight with emotional depth.
- Introducing more vivid imagery and sensory details to engage the reader’s imagination.
Overall, the poem contains valuable insights and a sincere engagement with important issues but would benefit from tighter editing and a more poetic approach to language and structure.
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