How can I focus
How can I think of anything
When all I want to do is think of you
the feel of you in a t-shirt
pressed against my chest
Holding me close
chin tucked into my shoulder
breathing into my hair
Shelter, a promise of protection
You don't need to worry about yourself. I'll protect you and care for you and provide for you
Am I a cynic or is there faint writing on the wall?
my spirit strains against the reins
flinging a strong head with snapping eyes
stamping and snorting and trembling to be
unencumbered by tracings of men
my bones and my joints and my lungs and my throat and my heart ache
for the feeling of driving with the windows down in the pale smelling twilight of March
for the bracing air
the emancipation of the wind
the breeze filling me with white
she calls me selfish
she actually calls me selfish
because I don't want to submit
because I don't feel I should have to
how can it be
how can it be
how can it be that I'm less of a person
how can it be that I'm less of a person and I can't make intelligent decisions
how can it be that I'm less of a person and I can't make intelligent decisions so I have to submit to the will of another
based on my gender?
how can that be?
my dad tells me it's equal
but you can read and write and vote and look men in the eyes and own property and get a divorce and play sports in a league
but you can get a degree and climb the corporate ladder
but you must submit to a husband's rule
We can lead other women, but we have to be careful no to take too much of the control from the men! We do have a propensity to nag, you know!
My drive and ideas are only the bug bites on the heels of the men?
The ones who are capable of real power?
Who are endowed with the right to have an opinion and exert it on others?
Why can't I be that way too?
When male counterparts are
Why am I automatically
So you see the rub?
I am not selfish.
but the rationalized sexism in this world turned me into a cynic
I desperately want to feel you close to me.
I want the safety of your arms
I want them, but I don't need them.
I want to wake up and feel the soft cotton draped across your solid back.
I want to watch you fix your tie in the morning.
are you intent, focused, and perfectionistic like my dad?
or will you have daydreams in your eyes?
I want you to use your degree
the same as I use mine
and with a purpose and pay as legitimate as mine.
and I want to come home and share the housework.
Please don't make me choose between you and my beliefs.
I want to love you with all I am, and I want you to love me with all you are.
I want to respect your drive
your dispassion like an equal.
And I want you to respect mine.
Like an equal.
And who says they're mutually exclusive?