Woman

There are so many Barbie wannabes And so few Marie Curies As a gender dances to the tune Of chauvinist pigs. How they want to grow breasts, hips And buttocks, to gather the eyes For a harvest of flesh. And yet, the harvest of multiplying Intellect grains, is rarely her pursuit. And Barbie is the…

Blood Oranges (Violence Against Women)

The arm that pulls now pushes The eyes that once glimmered like tangerines Now are ripened like blood oranges. The body that used to dance in percussion Is now a crash test dummy. Yet she is slaved to him She will always be his naked Barbie. The lipstick hurricane. The muse of his entropy And…