Ain’t I A Woman was a phenomenal read. It is an anthology edited by Illona Linthwaite. While not each and every poem spoke to me, I’m sure each has its own appreciative audience. Many poems were inspirational and discussed female empowerment and intersectionality.
For me, one of my favorite poems in this selection was one by Jean Tepperman, born 1945, USA, called Witch. “They told me/ I smile prettier with my mouth closed./ They said-/ better cut your hair-/ long, it’s all frizzy,/ looks Jewish”. Tepperman describes the unfiltered antisemitism and sexism in the USA, constantly criticizing women because they do not fit into their box.
“I have been invisible,/ weird and supernatural./ I want my black dress./ I want my hair/ curling wild around me./ I want my broomstick/ from the closet where I hid it./ Tonight I meet my sisters/ in the graveyard/ Around midnight/ if you stop at a red light/ in the wet city traffic,/ watch for us against the moon./ We are screaming,/ we are flying,/ laughing, and won’t stop.” Tepperman touches on the feeling of being intentionally hidden away, forced to be someone else. The setting of the graveyard could have multiple meanings, a graveyard could just be a cool place for witches to meet, it could represent the death surrounding he Jewish brothers and sisters, and death surrounding those who don’t fit in, or it could possibly represent the death she would like to bring to this way of thinking.
The first thing to draw me in about this poem was the title, I personally call myself a witch, so the title was eye-catching. Not only that, but I relate to the treatment Tepperman depicts here. While this treatment was not due to my religion or ethnicity, it was because I didn’t subscribe to what they believed I should be. Lastly, I have always loved the “aesthetic” of what a supposed witch was, so details like “In the graveyard/ Around midnight” and “We are screaming,/ we are flying,/ laughing, and won’t stop” just flat out make me happy.
I can genuinely say there was not one thing I didn’t like. Not every poem sparked something in me, but that is because I am not every poem’s audience.
There are many more poems like this one, from women in different time periods, from many places around the world. This is just one of the poems that speaks to me. I recommend you give it a read, and find which ones speak to you.