Saturday, February 11, 2012

Sonnet XXXV - You Gotta Laugh

I want to be human and not  a “Chick”,
No longer defined by sex or by love.
I aced those tests and now I am so sick
Of placing some pained and sick male above.
Raised to self-hatred, I kept it alive
By selecting any male whose heart beat,
And whose ego needed a slave to thrive.
Of course, all would eventually cheat.
Strangely, Kid, you were the most honest man
Told me flat out you wanted perfection,
A girl who resembled your first woman
Was needed for your storied erection.
I accept the fact that I’m too old now,
Retire my field from the seed and the plow.

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