What you teach your daughters
My mother taught me submission, sacrifice and compromise.
T’is an artful dance you dare, said She.
Twenty seven yearsam I old?am I young?am I wise?am I dumb?
Digging up morning with a spade by way of
Follow me, Amma!
There are nooks to explore and flowers to pluck.
Let silence be the words,
Let words be the light,
Fear say I no,
Love though I bow
What happens,
When excitement meets patience?
It must have been your naivenessAnd how you walk so carelessWith everything but pleasing a man on your conscience
Which words should I use?
Forever or never?