Untwist Your Tongue
Someone holds the qi to my ether
Someone has melted the loc closed
Will I suffer much longer for my waes(t)
Is there a mislaid trail-blazed for my sol?
You take me
You take and break
And make me
Beaten against the mold
Until I splinter. Brittle
Opposed the thrust I am broken.
You break me.
Who guides the pin to our compass
The legend lost in hair filled ears?
Who marks the true path,
will wok it free of fears?
I am burning, burning inside
The part with the sol lives;
Forgive me, for I grow weary
lost meek leery:
An upturned pebble in the rust.
My feet will be bound enough
To wear heels comfortably.
My willful waist wrapped enough
To mimic the device you most wish to master.
So that I may be freed of life’s burdens.
I am not. Not yet.
But someday I will be a lady
Stay very still or they will mistake you
For climbing the latter. With spikes
they hope to deter the climbing…
But built a glass ceiling, just in case.