01 March, 2011

uncontained

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

2 comments:

  1. Glad you are back, Melissa Waters McDougal

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  2. oh 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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