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drink freely of my selfless, tainted woman's blood

even as you squander every last vestige of disregarded

hate

barter not your every promise made to me

and pray that my argumentative anger they do not come

to bait

for I am but a simple, fair female who recognizes the rules

cut too close to each individual's own cloth

while at the sight of society's own wisdom you will not

catch me wiping from its mouth any residue of froth

if I angle to stand up for myself does that not mean I will

likely walk each warrior's chosen wire one day

quietly on my own

and will my rapier like pen be dulled when I'm finally and

fully grown

beyond this skin I now repair and somehow improperly

possess

I find in me that the 'Poverty Of Spirit' can only so

slowly strengthen my ability to guess

I have though in the end managed to achieve the ultimate

at final and long affectionate last

I am capable of seeing myself through the eyes of

a deep inner love..............

( written May 21, 1993)