A curtain over the name; anon or a pseudonym; masculine through the veil I glimpse a goldmine of what she is the language that she owns but cannot claim lies hollow like an empty grave for the women that wrote enduring the taunts unleashing their fiery ink those brilliant cinders on that baked path I walk barefoot the women that paved the road of literature they persevered so that my voice is heard I remember them on this day
I choose to put forth this poem on International Women’s Day. What inspired me is the number of women writers that either operated under a male psuedonym or stayed anonymous.
“I would venture to guess that Anon was often a woman.”– Virginia Woolf
Happy International Women’s Day 🥰
Thanks for reading 💕
A Writer In The Room 
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Thanks Michael 😄💖
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from mata hari
to indira ghandi
nehru to you
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Absolutely fantastic. All the lines so very deep. My respect for all female writers. Something not direct on this, but it’s a fact that a few well known female writes used a masculine pen name for a different reason or mere out of accident. Magnificent poem for the magnificent day. Thanks a lot.
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Thank you for reading 💖 I was intrigued when I found out that George Elliot was a female writer known as Mary Ann Evans. That was how this poem was born. I am very touched by your words. ☺️
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