Calling all GHC students! Here’s your chance to showcase your work related to Women’s History month. Have you researched a famous woman for one of your classes? Written a poem you’d like to share?
Post a comment below and share your work with us.
-Michelle Abbott, Associate Professor of English, GHC
Women's History Month @ GHC 
I wrote a poem when I was in high school titled “Where is Daddy?” I will post it below.
There was room filled with eyes so sad
As a woman tried to explain what death was to her son
He just couldn’t understand, he was so young
He couldn’t understand where his dad had gone
They went to the funeral and he saw his dad
He went over there and came back with eyes full of tears
He said, Mommy, why won’t Daddy talk to me
And once again she tried to explain to her son so dear
She said Daddy’s up in Heaven with Jesus and God
He no longer feels any pain
You will get to see him again some day
And he will no longer be using a cane
His leg won’t be hurting anymore
And you can run with him all day
But for now he will be looking over you
And every night you can pray
It’s okay to cry
I will sometimes too
But don’t you ever forget
How much your daddy loves you
Looking back on this poem now, I can see I made a lot of rhyming errors. But writing poetry was just my way of getting out my thoughts from things I experienced or saw other people experience. This was the first one I wrote that wasn’t based on my own life. It was inspired by something I overheard at my grandfather’s funeral.
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I think your poem was beautiful and is rewarding to anyone who reads it. It starts out taking you to a place of sadness. I found myself relating to your poem, because my daddy died and I remember how sad I was. I wasn’t as young as the child in your poem, but I think when you lose a parent, it doesn’t matter how old you are, you’re still a child inside. My father died two years ago, it rocked me to the core. He was in a lot of pain. He lived with pain for years. I would never want him to suffer, but if I could have him here again, just for a big hug and to let him know how much I love him. To sit on his lap and laugh and talk, what a joy that would be. I know he is in a better place and he’s not hurting anymore. I will never forget my dad, the times we shared and how much he loved me. This poem gives encouragement to those who read it and to those who may have lost someone. It was inspiring and encouraging to me and I will share it with my friends and family.
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How do you love me, I’m not sure I see
The folly of word play, you cast upon me.
Worthless and little, confounded and dumb
Your limitless rantings have left me quite numb.
I’m tired and exhausted from your onslaught of hate,
I’ve no feeling left, I’m sure you relate.
Go now and take all you slander and slur,
The sickness inside you I’ve no wish to cure.
Count the days and the minutes I’ve had to withstand,
they number so many, I cant understand
how did I let the sickness take hold
how did I die not saving my soul?
It’s late now I’m done, no prose left to give,
I’m letting you go, so that somehow I’ll live.
Leave it alone, let it go, and don’t be too weak
this isn’t what you want, look around and you’ll see.
deserving a feeling that you’ve never yet known
can leave you to believe that your forever alone.
Having faith in something that you just cannot see,
can exhaust you and hurt you, bring you straight to your knees.
You’ll wonder how to weather each storm that approaches
You’ll doubt your own strength, doubt who it touches.
with wonder and awe you’ll come through just fine
a sense of your worth is what you will find.
On shaking knees stand and make your voice heard
you’re deserving and awesome, living this word.
Independent and free from all that may harm,
Standing alone with all of your charm.
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I had no idea of the education that I was lacking in Women’s Rights. Women in today’s world still get looked down upon in some things, sports especially. Older men and people refer to us as “girls” instead of women. Women in softball get looked down on for being able to do the same thing that men can do, if not do it better. I think that all men and women should be treated equally, whether it be in the world of work or the world of sports. The work place is another place that women can strive in, but still be looked down on. Some people believe that women should be in the same work place as men because of the jobs. I have a female friend that is a cop, and because of this, men do not take her seriously. Just because women can do the same job, does not mean they should be treated differently. Men and women are different, but gender has nothing to do with someone’s ability to do a job. I think Women’s History Month is important because it gives everyone the chance to know women and the things they accomplish. This month is a learning opportunity for people, like me, who aren’t as educated in some subjects.
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Who Am I?
That you would love me
I daily seek the love of thee
And daily fall to my knee
Hoping you will carry me
Seeking the strength that would guide me.
Through the narrow and straight,
To thee I wait
For you are great
And will keep me from a tragic fate.
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