The sacred feminine squares off
Against the historical, hierarchical, misogynistic masculine.
Round and round we go.
Saul of Tarsus, a most excellent writer,
Is a die-hard misogynist.
Freedom’s words deadening
With chains of genetic gender.
She passes a cup of coffee
With a “yes, sir,” “no,sir,”
“Ya want some sugar with that?”
Narrow escapes of assumed roles
Never feed full freedom.
And on and on it goes…
It never stops. We all know.
I never win…
The harmony of chromosomes
Dooms me to dissonance in life.