Mybetrothed - Mourning
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Malena
A lesson in the objectification of femininity.
The control taken when you act in superiority by committing yourself to taking action just as was expected.
The seemingly perfect woman taken down by envy, and the elusive catharsis of knowing in depth that their hatred at the end is pure rejection for her, yet completely in inclination seeming to stimulate renascence. Only to know that the answer to her personal incarnation of womanhood is elusive and refuses to be controlled by jealousy.
She walks so long in treacherous heels just to hear of the war and feel complete enough to still know her fiancee, her pain is only that to her staying away from those current announcements kept her from a man she deeply loved. A murderous intent for so many people to have to experience. To be separated from their loved one.
The endings seemed destruction of her integrity is indeed out of jealousy, yet we know nothing of the men in the village except that so many of them were willing to light her cigarette when she clothes herself in the symbolic black fabric in mourning.
In the end she proves her strength in femininity through standing resolute to reception, subtlety and passivity not necessarily indicating weakness.
She refuses to teach them the lessons they wish to only confirm by blaming her beauty. She is neither an analogy or a metaphor for the war. Yet she still teaches them what is necessary in accordance to her.
She begins to them a refusal to seem capable of rescanance, whilst subtly and silently denying the realisation of there's that she is dormant. A state which is associated with virginity and innocence which was shattered by the ambiguity of her rising answer.
A dream for you, my sisters
Dear sisters
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
