Secret Soul…#MondayBlogs

Beneath the public face

we carry our thoughts ~

oceans that roll and crash

under a placid surface

We are all commodity

meant to be consumed

public domain

of our private selves

The eyes

the legs

the clothing

the makeup

Every detail ripe

for analysis


We are laid bare in the snapshot

judgment of small minds

the gaze that seeks to own

what can never be possessed

It's the chorus of male voices

that do not seek more

or less

than the enslavement

of women

We wear a public face

and whisper our tales

we bury ourselves


an interior tapestry

rich beyond measure

Waiting to create

a safe space

for women's voices

to ring clear


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