The Weaker Sex

I.

“Take me dearest,

I’ll be your princess,

Even your mistress,

Whatever you want”

 

Can you see my ribs?

Should I resume throwing up?

Until you see my bones

At the funeral home

 

Oh Mrs. Reed won’t you sit properly?

Smile pretty and bow

Get down on your knees

When a gentleman’s around

 

“Hey Mr. Dean

Always tidy and gay,

Would you please, oh please

Enlighten my way?”

 

“You’re right, you’re right

Oh forgive me, Mr. Rose

Pardon my mouth for saying

Things you didn’t want to know”

 

You say I’m ugly when I’m sober

Do I look prettier in your bed?

I’m concerned that you will leave me

For one of your special friends

 

“Hit me, hit me, I was so wrong

You’re lovely, lovely, when you’re drunk

I won’t talk to anyone

Just don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t”

 

II.

Loneliness biting, homeless child

Hormones escaping, raging hands

Ways out, one way, no way back

Cake, ring, new jail to be found

 

Those heels keep rolling down the hill

These tears keep falling out the window

This mouth is drying out

From being raped, from being shut

 

The mind is locked up in a room

Inside a house with mops and brooms

The heart is just there to beat and barely,

Irradiating solitude, gloom.

 

An epilogue.

This, not an ode to feminism

Not an “f” you to all men,

Just a reminder for the dickheads

Who abuse their so called strength

 

Women aren’t pets

Toys with which you play

We’ll let you drown, kick you out

Don’t touch what you can’t grab.