Translucent Misogyny
It bears repeating…
Softly though,
with little intonation of anger
and a quarter of
The cadence,
you normally spew…
and I cringe.
The inflection vibrates paper-thin
vascular walls
I’ve managed to retain upright,
in my adolescent heart
but one
Transfixed to a 37 year old man’s
Sense of reason.
Was it love
to let me
live life alone
each night to
fight for my own
Sense of worth
in a world that
had little need
for a teenage
bleeding heart?
And was it necessity,
to fill my head
with hopes
of a woman loving
Me
Without having
to absorb abuse,
in order
to feel…
Appreciation,
Importance,
Gratitude,
Devotion,
Blue attitudes and
Red Love.
And still,
it bears
Repeating…
Thank you.
Thank you,
Mother.
(March 14, 2011)
