That’s not the title…my younger self did not give a title and I have no intention whatsoever of naming it ‘no title’…so used first line of poem


No wonder we don’t hang around

Taking flight when we can

Not part of your master plan

Trophy wife on your arm

Your love borders on contempt

You kiss and kick in one breath

Make us crave your respect

As though we lack intellect

Who is to say what we could be

When not bended at the knee

Slaving for your every need

As though our lives were made for this

You say you need two women

What do you think we are?

Buttons to sew on your lapel?

Flowers to pick as you go?

You say one woman is boring

What kind of guy are you anyhow?

Women make conversation

Not always in bed

You say women are two a dime

That depends on where you look guy

Maybe you pick on the down and out

Women battered to the ground

You call women fickle, fussy

We have a problem at hand

Trying to deal with your ego so big

It will not be contained

You say women should know their place

Be seen but never heard

There is something I’ve got to tell you

If no other woman has

We condone your attitude

Not because we must

We are sisters, lovers, mothers

Who listen to your problems

Put our lives at risk

Put aside our problems

To keep you pleased

Not because we fear you

Not always out of love

We are so much older

You are so young at heart

So do not turn around if you go waltzing off

When you have nothing to offer

but heart ache, tears, hang ups, fear

As time flies by

Our children ask why

For your sake we lie

Painting pictures in the sky

© circa 2002..?


no date on poem…so no idea when written…do know that transcribed a similar but shorter poem earlier (must have been in first collection)…have strength for one more poem…