Woman
I've got enough admirers to survive any heartbreak,Standing beyond the corner, waiting for a tiny smile.
Men used to be so important, maybe I should switch to women?
I slam souls as if they were wooden doors, with spiky nails
Sticking out and entering brains, as needles, in the ancient times.
I'm furious, believe me: hysterical actions don't turn me on anymore;
A year of marriage taught me various lessons
And I can succeed myself, in finally becoming smarter.
Is there no man who's on my level of mental strength?
Adult and masculine in his actions, yet grand about everything?
Had enough of fights and emotional arguments,
Won't let anyone drag me to that bottom again.
From now on I'll mingle the cards on my conditions,
If you want to be dramatic, go ahead –
I'm furious, believe me: tragic plays aren't my style any longer.
I broke loose from the chains, but you're free to be actors,
I'm too proud as a woman and honey, I don't give a damn anymore..
Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2006-12-05 at 13:19
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