ambition is what
she petitions
wide-eyed with wide hips,
marching upon her feet
with the "tell it from the mountain-top" lungs
speaking against defeat
on and on
capital dreams,refusing a
sewed-up voice
breaking all seams
it could be the outburst of the 1960s
or the verge of anger in the 50s
either age, her body felt the rage
that it would be her mind that was caged
no fear of man,
but the fear of what he did to the
natural land
she could be a teary-eyed fool
or exhale the water, quieting
the baby's lull
Ballad of woman, holes when she's whole
truthful, she's often been told No
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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