Sometimes the power is wielded by the woman; sometimes she’s given it away. So much depends on context… I really don’t know where this one came from; Pyropunk asked me for another shoe poem, and I just remembered the first line of the old poem. When I went back to read it, I was really surprised at how unhappy a little poem it was.
I didn’t intend it to be misogynistic, but I do have to admit that I wouldn’t have found it as uplifting if it was a man in the second and third stanzas; I’d find it more humorous. Maybe I was just digging to find a ray of sunshine in this poem.
Coccinella
DoItForScience
Aurelia
B. Booth
Pyropunk 51 (PPP LoA)
J. Rein B.
Coccinella
DoItForScience