Oh, Woman.

To be a woman is to be afraid
of potential to be free.
Unname me Woman for it steals
The promise of my Me.

Yes, how grave a woman is to Man
in strength - even body alone,
That Man, beside his pride with self
Cannot bear her lovely bones.

Oh Lady of the wall, don't cry!
For your hurts he is not hearing.
Your silent strength has not the worth
of his violent domineering.

And Beauty of the Church, beware
Of your calling to the He.
Don't ever ask why men are stronger
for an answer will not be.

Our strength is not for sale,
And our work is not for you.
Unsexed, I stand not as a "woman,"
But an ache for human's truth.

Dreams American

You know, in America,
we all have a dream.
A resume of sights to see,
ways to be,
and things we need to prepare ourselves for.
We have great ambitions
for the risks not yet taken,
and explosions of ideas
on how to never have to think again.
Our minds are running,
constantly
running,
marathons of intelligence and wit.
How successful we will be one day,
us North Americans.
Just you wait and see for yourself how this will all unravel -
unpriced, untimed, like a pretty Persian rug.
Too bad ambition only carries so far.
Too bad ambition
doesn't close the deal.
Perhaps America
needs a new dream.