It just dawned on me,
And never before —
I wonder what it’s like to be a woman.
.
It is being a living, breathing target,
A catch-22 detailed in The Breakfast Club,
Love mistaken for surrender,
Every day.
.
It is being given an artificial identity,
One associated with conquest,
Or transaction.
.
Any kind of love
Is a dangerous amount,
As the porn DVD’s
Keep the local record store
In business.