tie the apron strings
behind my back, around my
neck, a woman's role
tie my hands with the
iron's cord, let it swing and
burn my smooth shaved legs
tie back golden locks,
hiding thoughts left still unshared
“ignorance is bliss”
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Questions for My Father - 7/9/08
Do you love me still,
though you think I'll go to hell?
Do you think of me and cry?
Do you wish I would have died?
Do you wish I'd been a boy?
Would I then have brought you joy?
Do you think that I'm a curse?
Could I do any worse?
Will you change your mind someday?
Will you give your girl away?
Will you walk me down the isle,
see my bride and me, and smile?
though you think I'll go to hell?
Do you think of me and cry?
Do you wish I would have died?
Do you wish I'd been a boy?
Would I then have brought you joy?
Do you think that I'm a curse?
Could I do any worse?
Will you change your mind someday?
Will you give your girl away?
Will you walk me down the isle,
see my bride and me, and smile?
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