Jeanne De Arc
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Christine Mc meikan
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Poetry
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2006
I begged them to make me a soldier
To let me down the bronze of war
But they would not listen.
You are not one of us and can never be-for you are but vulgar,
You’re gender an issue. You can never be a soldier.
But King Charles smiled and accepted me,
It had taken my extraordinary voices to tell him apart
He wouldn’t have accepted me if I didn’t have my angels,
The individuality and uniqueness of my art
Set me oceans apart-
From others before me and from him.
But none of that mattered, I was finally believed
I had started hearing the voices since I was twelve,
My angels talked to me,
The saints who told me it was my destiny,
But no one used to believe me back then when I told them what I see