Monday


 Very Little Women

I feel so sad for women sometimes …
 Settling for the life of butterflies 
For even less …
-"Look at me I am pretty
Have I not beautiful eyes
 have I not willowy legs
And a mouth that pouts smiles and begs?
Look at me!"
I would, but...
It's hard to see poetry
worn as jewelry
Love turned into trade,
Beauty into idolatry...
It hurts to witness 
The atrophy of a mind,
An ear turned deaf 
An eye turned blind...
How  it hurts to deny
That a soul in there dies
And how it hurts to accept 
That this is my kind …

DS

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