Saturday, March 20, 2010

We don't Writhe

Sister,
Hold on to your pen
Before your fingers slide
And you forget.

We women don't writhe.
Not in the open;
Not in our books,
Doodles,scribbles and rants.
It is said
That we are subtle;
That we are made to bundle and pack
The drudgery of our lives
In quaint lies;
That we will always paint
Within the lines.

Sister,
Hold on with iron grip
Before you cast away your craft.