Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Murder is not an accident It is premeditated, filled with cruel intent Not a clumsy tumble down the stairs Murder is not guilty until proven innocent You are not jailed for being at the scene of the crime Murder is not an error in judgment: it is malicious It is not the innocent mess-up of forgetting to take your pill Or using a condom that is defective Murder is forcing women to use coat-hangers Or to seek an unlicensed doctor in the back alleys In order to rid themselves of something they never asked for Murder is silencing the voices of coherent adults Who have the right to vote To work To run for president Murder is telling them that they do not have the right To their own wombs Due to out-of-context words written in an old book And the bloody and destructive need to keep up traditions Traditionally, murder can be an accident When a woman goes to work, does sports, when she is pregnant And has a miscarriage by accident Traditionally, murder can be guilty until...

Born into a world that is ruled by the few An oligarchy disguised as a democracy (We're accustomed to believing it is not so Because we are cattle, and "the man" Can slice our necks open at any time) I'll never be a man, for it is God's will I'll have the "wo-" stuck in front of it Like an uninvited guest that refuses to leave Even when the dessert dishes are put away I'll forever be destined to be wo-man A syntactical slip, that we are hu-man When we were small we were equal Until that day in the change room In the sixth grade, when Sadie began To make fun of you for having fat legs Then, like a lollipop version of Eve, We looked down at ourselves and realized That we were wo-men and our bodies became Something that needed to be kept secret Chastity belts digging into our bellies The sunburnt truckers with leering stares The frightening reminders: never walk Home alone at night and bring hair spray De...

At every club, every party, every get-together where there is a bunch of college students, two things can almost always be found: alcohol and music. From games such as "flaming shots" to "Beer pong" (in which the beer is often replaced by vodka or other hard liquor), students never fail to find a way to have fun with alcohol. But where does the fun end? And what does music have to do with it? These are two separate concerns that I wish to address. At most college parties, music blasts through a stereo or DJ equipment. And at all-ages clubs, music is the only element holding the party together. Today's popular clubbing and rap/hip-hop music has some good beats, but awful lyrics. What's worse is that the lyrics are not only shallow, but they convey a negative message to its targeted listeners. Let me show this through example. These are lyrics to a popular rap song that was playing the last time I was at a party: N**** why you babysitti...

You wolf, you wild man, you thief You chop her up like a slab of beef And you wonder how she'd taste With a side of tomato paste Or drenched in cooking gin The oil slowly dripping down your chin Then you pour some vinaigrette And light your twentieth cigarette You bite her neck with glee The hickeys turn to the Red Sea If she does not pass the test You just simply toss the rest You feed the wolves her remains Disregarding that she feels pain She cries and howls and begs But to you, she's breasts and legs She is a wild hog that must be tamed Tomorrow, will you know her name? And when she's pale, ashamed and ill You tell her that you love her still That way you have her in your claws To scoop her up into your jaw Her heart is dried up like a raisin You love the taste; it's so amazing Men like you should not stray far 'Cause a wolf is what you are