Woman on the Brink

Just a poem.....

Here I am

Alone in my room

They say I should feel the

Walls closing in, doom

Cause there is no man in my bed

I opted for the career instead

Didn’t you hear them?

Yell and cheer as I took the stage

And was the rage to an audience that adored

Now I am alone again

I have my coffee cup in my hand

Mordechai the Magic Mouse runs by

I can’t catch him if I try

So what his shit has dander?

He’s the man of the house (although a mouse).

There is no baby in my house

No life in my womb

I am as barren as the fields after a drought

So here I am I shout, “Attention world,

I flunked the test of life according to some assholes!”

There is no husband in my bed

No man to screw with my head

Telling me all the things I want to hear

Instead of the fact he is fucking around

With his boys on poker night

It is okay, it is alright

Girlfriends come and go

The Bible should say so

That women will sacrifice their girlfriends

Like errant sheep, blood and guts, for a man

The Bible should say in fine print

That women will stab you in the back

When it comes to a man and throw away her dreams

And I will be Goddamned if that is me

Throwing my dreams away

Words are my napalm

The thing to relieve the pain

Of shallow standards that

Erode my psyche like acid rain

Smart and beautiful, you can’t be both, right?

There was a man who came one fall day

Tried to take what I loved away

Made me choose

As he sucked down his booze and

Used me as his punching bag

I am not a rag to wipe up spit

I am not a shrink to take your shit

I am an independent woman

I am rolling with the  best of them

I am taking my hits standing like all the men

Sometimes I yell and scream

Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I speak too soon

But I stand my ground

And will never let anyone take me down

(Okay, I sound almost like I am holding it together)