When I was a girl I spilled my mind in two cups
One begged silence and virtue, grace and gentleness
All the makings of a sweet woman a man would want to wife
The other cup sloshed over with dancing and whiskey
Cigarettes & leather boots
The wildest woman
a dangerous toxic potion
Each day I’d wake up and I’d choose which cup to sip
both in constant rebellion of the other
Never knowing there there were things bigger than dishes.
When I’d drank my fill again and again
and still found myself wanting
the sorrow of it all pulled me apart.
I drown in those cups caught in a tub of dirty water
Until I learned how small my world had been.
You see there are oceans and galaxies larger than the attentions of men
There are ideas and feelings and concepts and actions so much greater than what we can see
the world for a woman is greater than love,
Free yourself from “where you should be.”
Photo by Mark Scherle