A Response to Walt Whitmans "A Women Waits for Me"A Poem by lleeA poem of female requiteResponse to "A Women Waits for Me"
by Walt Whitman Supplicant
women, you tear at my soul you
confuse me and gut me, a fish
on shore, I have spread seed over a thousand eggs, yet
you subtlety break my mind down to its reptilian denominator. I take
you, break you, put you under my will it's
easy you know, testosterone is a well spring easily tapped. I can
pull your hair, make you feel owned, the way you want but all
the time it is you who own me for estrogen is a dark river easily tapped. Why do
you move me to care, why do
I have to, what is about me that I worry about a woman’s feelings, cursing
my father’s, father, for seeds of long distanced morality planted, compelled to
care. © 2012 llee |
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Added on December 23, 2012 Last Updated on December 23, 2012 |