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…