did my younger self purposely not title these poems?  this is another written in November 2002…(what is going on?) It’s not even hard to title a poem!  seriously…??


Don’t treat him like a dog when he has no bark

Give him a label; sew him a tag

Paint him colours he is not

Tell the world his cause is lost

Backlash, tongue lash wrecks the home

Words are mortal sticks and stones

Picking nits when nits ‘ain’t’ in

Takes the flesh off everything

Scabs, sores, hollow walls

are casualties of flailing him

If a man’s not barking, he’s not a dog

Not pissing around to mark his spot

Not on the prowl for a bitch in heat

Not chasing rabbits in his sleep

A good man, they say, is hard to find

And some of us sisters have a gold mine

So don’t treat him dirty

Don’t make him pay

For every other brother whose gone astray

Some of us sisters take the ‘mick’

Nit-picking is our gig

Where we get our highs and rise

Feeling we are queens arrived

Look in the mirror, I dare you

If you are never wrong, better change the view

Slant the mirror, make it straight

Look yourself full in the face

Perfection to man belongs

Correction always carries on

Burns a torch for us to see

Change is simply necessary

So sister if you ‘diss’ your man

And feel he is doggone

Go get a leash, get a tag

If you are not the bitch about

© November 2002


wow…!  my younger 2002 ‘self’ was fiery!!