2015 piece on gender inequaility.
bury my opinions, bury my rights, drown me in my household duty
serve me light vodka, reserve the blood mary
the cat-calling my lullaby, “ Hey there, Hottie!”
they the ice cream of public affairs and us the mere cherry
hide achievements and paychecks, scream out beauty
an island, succor the child till your weary
you are liable for those scars, bruises like raven,sooty
close eyes on closed legs, consequences scary
playing with booty, they lay back, slip feet into their bootee
us with no consort is seen as fruity
keep records of call girls, when demand is beyond it’s very
I will die with hope, lay on my tomb a california beauty.
All above depict this world unfit far too airy.