oh god, another uppity woman 2

frances farmer

where are you now?

did you dare to self-avow?

give this country

even unintentionally

what it fears most

a woman with a brain

a woman with a will of her own

 

they put you in an asylum

because you would not be

what they perceived

a woman should be

 

marilyn monroe

so over-exposed

you tried to give them all they want

in the endless supply

that only women have to give

but in the end you could not live

with the male notion of what love is

 

so you self-empowered

in death you showered

by your own hand

finally free

from all that you were required

to be

which is anything but a woman

set free

from the oppression of society

wear a bikini while bringing me tea

and i’ll reward you with a slap

on the butt

 

but that was the fifties right

women today don’t share that plight

of frances farmer and miss monroe

 

we look in their eyes and value each word

nod our heads as if we heard

and in her insecurities when she breaks eye contact

we don’t look down her top

and quickly look back

so she doesn’t know what we truly value

and endure what is heard

because there is really something else

we want her to do with her mouth

 

but yet the word slut is thrown about

if she knows the score and what it’s about

gives what we want to get what she needs

surrenders the dream that females are free

 

to scream their songs into microphones

and not end up dead or worse all alone

because she had needs and thoughts and dreams

and thought she was a relevant human being

 

because the chosen few

no matter what the pew

are always male

does no one notice the 144,000

are virgin males?

untainted by a woman

and therefore worthy to be vessels of god

because a woman’s place is to smile and nod

and attain salvation with her silence

 

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