Servitude or Solitude

To have a hand to hold
or a will to call your own.
To never know a feeling so cold
or to never ever be thrown.

There is only one choice to make
when we walk down the line
which choice will you take?
I've yet to take mine.

Because I want to be warm,
but I want to have a voice.
To keep my heart from harm
I must make a choice.
To exchange my will for kisses,
to replace silence for havoc,
to say hello to human faeces
and say goodbye to the hammock.

So now I have to choose.
Do I live for servitude?
Where I have enough to lose,
or a life of solitude?
And drown in human booze.

By, Ana F.
Date: April 9, 2005
Time: 11:05am

Well I think the message is pretty clear here, marriage or a single life? I don't know, I know I want to be married, but I look at everyone else's marriage and it's a catastrophe. I want to have my voice heard, not muted, I want to be able to decide, not have them be taken for me or feel obligated to them. If there's one thing I love about life is choice, and I want to always have a choice, never limitations. I like how this poem turned out though, it had good rhyme and I find some parts funny too. Like 'faeces' for example I discovered is a word for sht lol or a better definition "solid excretory product evacuated from the bowels" (Which in this case could be considered baby wise). Anyway, the hammock is also kind of funny and I don't know, this poem is different for me (from the ones I've done, I think), and I enjoy difference.