I don't write poetry but every now and then, I write and see what comes out:
I'm a woman - I pay my rent, do
my chores, own a car, dog and
fancy jewelry. But at the end of
the day - I am a girl.
I am a girl.
I cry, bleed and bruise easily.
The sticks you throw may not
break my bones, but they can
still poke my eye out.
I dwell on the unknown, on emotion,
on unknown emotion.
I dwell. I worry. But I'm not a girl, I am
a woman, and because of this
I am lucky.
A girl can not wrap her long slender fingers
tightly around a frosted
glass bottle.
A girl can not drink herself sane.
A girl can not drink away your sticks.
But I am a woman - I can
find safety, peace and quiet
in the tiniest bit of
clear liquid.
