It must be interesting
To sit and think about
The things that make you a woman.
.
But then,
I could see how that would pi** you off, too.
.
It’s sort of a man’s world. Men overpower,
Run tautly in a panicked frenzy
And something in you tells
Yourself to precipitate with us,
And this
.
Keeps the whole race dancing,
And somewhere along the line,
You look out a window at a steel fence post,
Built by a man.