That may have worked,
When you were young,
Always fighting against Grandfather,
Battling against society,
Or his laws,
Now it seems that your own,
Nightmares are bestowed upon me,
This is your advice,
To turn my head and obey,
Just as you had but with,
A bell tightened around your neck,
It's noose squeezing your lifeless words,
Now you ask, no demand,
For me to follow in those,
Dragged footsteps,
Suffering the punishment,
Of being female,
As you turn away,
Ready to fetch something,
For your master,
I ask,
Is everything better?

Silence 3/6/11

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