feminism, Uncategorized

A housewife’s plea

pink_sweetheart_roses_by_muffet1Don’t you know
what this awful, heartrending,
heavy feeling is called?Empty,
I am empty.

A black hole
seems almost limited
to the expanse of my misery.

Ambiguity
and mystique
seems almost the same to me;
I, who am discarded
in the drift of time,
barely holding on,
I rock and pray
to a God who turns his cheek.

It’s the knowing that
there is more on the other side,
that drives me mad
with foreign voices
in my head:

[IshouldhavecravedmoreinsteadIlistentothemtheytoldmetodreamsmaller]

A blank doll,
with pretty features,
strategically placed
on her pedestal,
screaming from inside her
ceramic prision
until it is too late.

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