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Know Your Place
by Aaron BlairWe were taught
that, women and children,
our lot in life was to beg,
to lick the boot and learn to love it.
For ever after, all the meals
for our weary souls
would consist of worn-through soles.
We should always eat last
and when our mouths turned black
from the rubber, we should smile.
But I will not ask you for love,
and when the hunger gnaws at my belly,
I will unzip my insides and let it out,
so it can sink its fangs into you.
I am tired of starving so you can eat,
of being the bones you use to pick your teeth.
I was a child once and now I'm a woman.
I learned my place on the edge of the knife.
Now it's time for you to learn yours. 07/22/2011 Posted on 07/22/2011
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/22/11 at 01:31 PM Fierce, biting, attacking, and awesome. Nicely done, Aaron. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/22/11 at 04:46 PM This makes me want to thrust my fist into the sky and scream "YES!" |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/20/12 at 07:53 PM All women deserve better and should get it however they can. Nice write lady. You have to take care of yourself first unless you have kids and sometimes even then. |
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