That Song Noone Sang
I am woman
I am an object - and it pisses me off
Unless the man is hot
Then I forgot
Any sense I ever knew
I am woman
I will give my self away
To any one who will say
The things I want hear
So the tale repeats
Year after year
I am woman
And as I age
Unsettled rage
Flows into the corner of my mind
Until I exhaust myself and find
I did it all
It was the choices that I made
Pretence and vain charade
I lost and never saved
How big the fall
And now a crone
Dyed hair over the grey
Alive an still afraid
Did I learn?
It’s all a game
And it must be well played
Your body and soul saved
As time is like a candle
Burned
© 2021 BC Petrakos
Bio: B.C. Petrakos is a playwright, author, performance artist, and has the honor t
o have been published in various literary publications. She’s the co-founder of
International Word Bank Publications, and has the privilege to be part of
publishing award-winning poets, nationally, and internationally.
