UDE UGO ANNA
When the world says it desires open women,
I guess it expects trashcans that have lost their lids.
Those who wear their hearts on their sleeves
Are those who have ‘grown wings’.
Iron woman? Hang that on a tag.
Allow me remind you that I’m not candy,
Maybe I’m, but not for your mouth.
I choose whose –
I’ll sew your shadow to the wall,
Once it looms and causes me to become smaller
And the air, tight.
I will bare my teeth and fight.
Phew! No access.
Keep your conceit to yourself.
Beep! Uncouth joker here.
Phew! Park! Slow down.
No smiles here.
Nothing to smile about.