and if an angel
did sweep me
off my feet
and if a man
was able
to create a space
of peace
and if I were able
to enter
into the world
inside your arms
would you be
warm and tender
or cruel
like the others?
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my mother hates me
she always has
my father thought I was ok
until I began to stink of womanhood
then only my peers could stand me
til I wanted to take womanhood to its natural exponent
that's when I left my peers behind wondering why I had sunk from career
to childbirth
my god/dess
and then it became fashionable - most probably an extension of 80's grandiose
insensate sensibility:
more of everything is better even if you have to take it completely totally
apart
into its component parts to get the more
out
so
after they acquire the color tv
the remote, the car, answering machine
the elastic mentality, computer.. something must be missing?
oh, yes
babies
and of course
there was also that annoying factor of the impossibility of women
really ever succeeding in a man's world
finally that fully sank in
then
one might as well birth
that might make a life count for something
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