i will not be that woman, constrained.
i will not be that woman, contained.
a caged bird, i am not.
i am a pulse pounding
quickening at the thought of
life.
i am that woman laughing
so loudly it causes your head to turn
playful and deep,
guttural and sensual.
the alacrity of each step
is cause for rejoicing.
i am not that woman, restrained.
i am that woman
unconstrained
uncontained
unrestrained.
the cage door is open
Glad you are back, Melissa Waters McDougal
ReplyDeleteoh how i do love this! i'm so with you - i may enjoy carrying things around in totebags and boxes, but don't you dare try to put me in one ever, ever again. the end.
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