An ode to a feminist

A lesser man, oops, I mean drone

States his mind or what passes for one

yet when it comes for me to tell my tale

a woman nurtured and blossomed at Yale

Told, Woman, deal with pots, pans, or a kettle

Else be sentenced to stand in Pillory

You know, coz my name is Hillary

He stayed true to me not

the one with whom I tied the knot

Nary was a skirt safe from him by a long shot

Be it in Bhutan, Hindustan, or Cayman

Be it on a woman

or on a kilted Scotsman

But stayed I faithful besides this kook

Till death do us part, like it says in the Good Book

Yet tis I that is very publicly

Sentenced to stand in Pillory

Naturally since my name is Hillary

 

I tried improving health-care

as I cared for your welfare

Taught myself about Cipro and Mycin

Being a smart woman was my sin

My attempts were mocked as Hillary-care

House and Senate asked me, How dare

And so was I sentenced to stand in Pillory

Seeing as my name is Hillary

 

I won the party nomination

With a desire to lead the nation

Against a foe that hardly had a notion

knew not betwixt valley and hill

nor between parsley and dill

Hardly could he even pay his bill

Tear into me did Faux News on cable

Over me the country chose a deplorable

Dont be woman and dream was the parable

Again was I sentenced to stand in Pillory

Considering we all know my name is Hillary

---- The End ----

 

Why did I write this poem? 

I have always been an admirer of Hillary Clinton. I liked her when she was the First Lady and tried to tackle Healthcare. I despised the virulent misogyny, particularly in the Republican party (then and now) that doomed her well intention-ed effort.  That she was a smart woman annoyed, and I am sure, angered those in power.

I supported her as a Senator and the quiet way she went about her duties. 

I supported her when she lost the Democratic Party nomination to President Obama. It hurt me personally when he got away so easily with "You are likeable enough" on prime time TV. Do you think he would dare to patronize his children, Sasha and Malia or Michelle. But I loved the way Hillary gracefully accepted the defeat and partnered with Obama and became The Secretary of State. And, was she good!

I was devastated when she lost the elections in 2020. 

I could not talk about this to anyone. I just could not. 

I still cannot.

I am sure I cannot talk about the subsequent 4 years either without sounding totally deranged.

This poem, about a person I admire, as if she wrote it, is my way of sharing my grief, my pain, my anger, my coming to terms, and making peace.

Hope you like it too.