by Dorothy Livesay
The woman I am
is not what you see
I’m not just bones
and crockery
the woman I am
knew love and hate
hating the chains
that parents make
longing that love
might set men free
yet hold them fast
in loyalty
the woman I am
is not what you see
move over love
make room for me
From:
Collected Poems: the Two Seasons
Copyright ©:
1972, McGraw-Hill
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