Woman

Ok, this is a little silly, but what the hell . . .



Woman . . .

Sometimes we as women,
Have a hard time . . .
Identifying with MALES
The old time “oppressors”
Those cavemen brutes
Those corporate sexist pigs

But think for a minute,
Woman . . .
Before you go on your next
Holy crusade of male bashing
Have we become the oppressors now?
Cavewomen, sows
Still nursing resentment
Long past its prime?

I don’t understand you,
Woman,
You’re still trying to down the “man”
While crawling in the broken glass
Filled attic, the ceiling’s broken
Where do you have left to go?

Stomping the heads of brothers,
Fathers, uncles, “boy” friends,
Who personally did you no harm?
These passive, active, male women’s libbers

You still want to beat your
Bongo drums, marching, chanting,
“This penis parties got to go, Hey, Hey, Ho, Ho”

Bouncing bra-less

Damn it woman!
The wo in wo-man
Was not meant to make us worse!

Aug 27, Ed Aug 28 2001