(no subject)

[goodglory]

i shame the portraits
of the men
that i walk in front of.

they will never know the ways
of me
the mysterious blonde
geisha.
ever the servant
with the upper hand.

their minds
do not realize that
without women, there are
no men.

women made them.
women raised them.
women broke them
on their knees and
women broke them
between their thighs.

women took them from the soil
of boyhood
and broke them
to rise as the saplings of men.