TO BE A WOMAN
To be a woman
pathways so intense
making no sense
the anguish
the pain
being lost
fatherless
and alone
far away
and so cold
professing and bold
in moments of clarity
replaced by the rush
the forced acts
proclaiming desire
insoluble
ending
as it should
misunderstood
thoughts of disgust
bruising bust
not to trust
sacrifice the body
the mind
and the soul
live in poverty
to escape the old
to reach the moon
falling down again
no saviour
no friend
the intruder wins
hands surround time
weeping
unheard
lay down
soul to keep
inside of forever
so deep
tell no one
perfection of woman
touch of a man
bringing pain
so suttley
to satisfy
drawn in
to be forced
and let go
no requests
to be a woman
to carry the grace
face to face
the pain projects
vitality proceeds
trapped by tears
no forgiveness
reasons in doubt
to be a woman
to shout
rash of distruction
memory of regret
always on trial
open legs
emeny in
damn lust
the sadness of sin
rewards so sweet
still tradegy unfolds
clocks resist time
church bells chime
heartache protrays
shame stays
prosterity is lost
no general pretense
verdicts of guilt
to be a woman
to never know
what you want
offering of sin
product of brutality
the master of men
to be a woman
is there no worse
then the blood
call it the curse
pleasure of substance
to be refused
the ironic
subdued
wish of the heart
reassured
it is used
erotic of sorts
and sensual pretense
falls into play
no words
no regrets
just reason
impossible dreams
to be a woman
not to resist
the infatuation
with passion
conceived as some
by poison
lies of alure
the message inspires
though tragic
so real
moments hold still
as senses unvail
the woman
the precocious
the resentless
to be a woman
Written by Cynthia Manuszak c.2009
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