Upward Mobility
In
Imperial China, matchmakers did not ask
About
a woman’s face, temperament or figure
Instead they asked how small her
feet were. A
Pretty face was just a gift – God-given, heaven-sent,
But dainty, three-inch feet took
years of
Sacrifice, hard work &
discipline
Young girls endured crippling pain
To marry up & please their poija
Because intact feet were ugly & showed laziness
&
big-footed servant girls would never
marry.
Crossing the Channel
They
depart from beaches across Northern France,
The
ports of Calais & La Côte d’Opale
Women,
men & children, loaded like cheap cargo
Onto
makeshift dinghies & unseaworthy vessels
Displaced
& desperate, they risk their
lives to rejoin
Their
families & start again in a safe
country
Many
never make it & those who do are sent back or
Held
in transit camps, placed on waiting lists for visas
Because
there’s never any space & nobody can take
Them – the undocumented will always be unwanted.
Beautiful poems, voice and craft. Love "Upward Mobility" and "Crossing the Channel."
ReplyDeleteFabulous poems, Jeanna!
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