Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Woman's Guilt

What does he have that governs me?

A biological need to flee

An ever present uncertainty

He’s invisible to scrutiny

Yet my character is attacked

By those who wish I’d want them back

Their double-standard pile of crap

That guilts me with its overlap

And so their guns are aimed at me

For deciding to be free

I cannot slip by society

Who has placed man on its holy seat

For when the choice wasn’t mine

They told me it would just take time

Time again to be fine

Fine again but not mine

Monday, April 2, 2012

Summer at Home

Our feet circle around the bonfire
Drinks go down, smoke gets higher
No where to be but here with you
Salt in hair, breeze blowing through