The Dreamer
Girdles, corsets and petticoats
Wearing this crap really gets my goat.
What evil genius mind
Thought to make things that restrict and bind?
Even as I draw a breath
I fear the outcome might be my death.
But I must watch how I speak
And appear calm, demure and meek.
I need be proper and well-mannered and sweet,
And watch what I think, what I do and what I eat.
There are so many rules to follow.
It's a very hard pill to swallow.
For my family's sake and name
I dare not cause them any shame.
So I stifle my yawns at their droll conversation
And dream to be free in a new found nation.
Maybe this is the dream and someday I'll wake.
I don't know how much more of this life I can take.
But for now I close my eyes
And imagine a place with wide open skies.
A place where not only the fowls are free
Where you can be you, and I can be me
~Lisa M. Crosby
Copyright 2013
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