Marylin Laurent

Marylin Laurent

I’m weary of being superwoman
Headstrong, breadwinner
The glue that holds home together
Both male and female figure
Squarerooting the daily hassles
To maintain a minimal level of sanity
I really refuse to be the portrait of what they call
Independent phenomenal woman
Extreme feminists won’t forgive me for this
Well I never converted to misandry
Although my heart has been nothing
But a doormat or torn paper in a wastebasket
I allowed countless nights of tears
Just to drown my sorrows
To heal my opened wounds
I’ve been effortlessly baffled
Spellbound by false pretense
Promises that never held
Now that I am disabused
Can I possibly become a woman?
I’ve had my moments of male-bashing
And female belittling
I damn the world, I damn society
For my misery
But to come to the bitter realization
Of one heart wrenching simple truth:
We are all humans
I learned that the carnal pleasures
The mesmerizing orgasms
Are ephemeral satisfaction
That falling in love, being in love
Being loved are trivial clichés
It pains me to see that I’m such a loner
With unorthodox wants needs and ideals
Who believes that happy couple is an oxymoron
The deceitful tragedy
Of wanting to be a woman
I want my own movie, my own song
My castle in the clouds, my delusion
A kiss in the snow
To crawl in his arms
For a late night scary movie
To be vulnerable, fragile, sheltered,
To be a woman

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