Am not a Woman
I am not a woman
nor was I a hundred years ago
but will I be in another hundred?
wishing now I didn't know
those things I didn't know then
seeings things for the first time
doesn't always mean they are clear
Power quells vision, quashes hope with
controlling coercing compulsion.
Keeps you right where you need to be
my proper, my prudent,my perfect.
one hundred voices cry out
to only these two deaf ears
one hundred years of maleness
age gently with golden slumber
battered brokeness won't heal
scars of degradation years will last
a hundrd more
nor was I a hundred years ago
but will I be in another hundred?
wishing now I didn't know
those things I didn't know then
seeings things for the first time
doesn't always mean they are clear
Power quells vision, quashes hope with
controlling coercing compulsion.
Keeps you right where you need to be
my proper, my prudent,my perfect.
one hundred voices cry out
to only these two deaf ears
one hundred years of maleness
age gently with golden slumber
battered brokeness won't heal
scars of degradation years will last
a hundrd more
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