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Ms. Difranco
by Beth K HannahMs. Ani,
Where did I exist before
I heard your strains of unadultered truth
That made me fall to my knees
And break my stride of conformity
What did I listen
That pop Britney and
Fake music that could only do so much
For my broken and bleeding soul.
How did I play my guitar
Without your assaulting riffs
Beautiful words
And evidence that I too could be myself
Maybe I fell in love with your music
Because it was my dreams in a song
My unspoken words about society
The salve for my just broken heart
And the feministic views I needed to wake me up
And turn Britney off. 11/22/2002 Author's Note: This is my experience with Ani and her music...
Posted on 11/22/2002
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 06/12/03 at 05:35 AM rock n roll. I know that feeling well. I had it when I first listened to ani 5 years ago and again when I saw her live in concert. Another person that really woke me up was Michael Moore. It wasn't so much his films (which are brilliant, it's true) but his books, Stupid White Men and Downsize This! That got me really thinking and challenging my views on economic policy and working Americans. |
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