Poetry – Page 2 – The Culture of Being

Spaces

You belong where you want to be.

Lucky you,

You’re so special,

So chosen,

So important,.

But I will never find out why.

Not until I die.

Lucky you,

You are so tertiary that you do not need to worry,

you will accept what you are given in the end and

it will make you happy.

Lucky you.

Lucky you,

If your husband wants a prettier, younger, wife,

You get a prettier, younger, friend to be forever pregnant with.

Or maybe hundreds.

Lucky you.

Lucky you,

If you don’t want to watch him flirt, play, and be in love with other women,

You can choose

between a lonely Hell, or a lonelier Heaven.

Lucky you.

The dam that kept me under control broke

The water spilled through and look what happened

The destruction of what I was told was meant to be

Became

grass,

flowers,

trees.

Don’t tell me that the dam was for my own good