Nom de guerre

What has become a compulsion
For men
Is still for you
An opportunity
A step up
A chance
To prove that you, too,
Count

Your melancholia

Reassures me
That the places within me
That the world makes me
Doubt the existence of
Do really exist

You take me inside
My own soul
And tell me i am not insane

Circle of grief

Teaching yourself to deal with things
Learning to gain control of feelings
Step by step conquering of pain
Dealing with nightmares, trauma

Succeeding

And finding yourself unable
To feel
The new pain that presents itself after

Cycle of family history

Often strong mothers
Seem to bring forth
Weak daughters

Little girls for whom
Their mother is the world
And they need no more,
Are content to follow her around
And live in her warm glow

And when they grow up
Are so cowed down
By their mother's effervescence
That they decide beforehand
Not to compete
Since there is no shame
In losing to mother

When high attraction

Trumps low compatibility

way to go!

a generation ago,
women with short hair
looked like
women trying to imitate men
and none too flattering imitations,
at that

today,
women with short hair
look like women
with short hair

brave new world

Men have been telling us lies
All this while

Earning money
In the "wide world"
Is so easy

So, so much easier
Than what we do

- heard from a friend
married five years