Sheela the Destroyer
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Posted Apr 14, 2021, 8:55 PM UTC
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She’ll kill you with her kindness,
yet she’ll always hide a gun.
One small suggestion for you to take or leave: change yet to and
As I said to low-tie, it is hard to do Sheela's story justice in anything short of a television miniseries. However, I'm glad that you took on this highly entertaining subject matter. I can imagine all these words cheered out by someone in pom poms. Like Sheela is a high school shooting guard in Missouri, and her plan to dope street folk is a second quarter lay up. "She's chaos! She's stife! She's deadly as a knife!"
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Yes hahah I was writing this with a cheerleader chant in mind. Idk why. Sheela deserves more lol.
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I liked this. I think it has good rhythm, and I like how you started each stanza with two lines of “She’s...” followed by a single word, then at the end of the stanza you develop it into a whole idea. I think the best part of this, is that I have no idea who Ma Anand Sheela is, but now I want to know lol
Honestly, this poem doesn't even to do her justice. (No offense, love. What poem could?) Sheela was part of moving one of India's most popular gurus to the United States in the 1980s to build an international capitol for their modern anti-traditional brand of religiousity and strangeness.
Imagine Siamese and I with a fleet of Bentleys and ten thousand intellectual followers in exclusively redish purple clothing. Now imagine us building a city in rural Oregon, buying up all the property in a county, then busing in "street people" to further consolidate our voting power.
What could go wrong?
Ah, okay, interesting. I’ll have to do more research, but I appreciate the overview