After Edna St. Vincent Millay
I, woman of poor means
Read these books and periodicals
That tell me I should get more money
By marrying a rich husband
With make up and clothes; not with my brains
Because one’s intelligence doesn’t matter
Only looks, it will come truth
But nay, not for me
I hope to enchant with words
A man who loves the attention
I shall dance with that technique
If he doesn’t, I have no need for a man
I shall dance with thyself
And dream the ideal world for a female population
Share:
Looks wrinkle and fade but words and thought inspire forever.