Marianne

I sat back & watched you

As every door you’ve viciously prised open

slams back on your finger tips

I watch you sink to your heels every time

a tiger wavering in its pounce

Then fling yourself at it again

And again

And again

Until your ego is bruised more than your knuckles

I imagine you’re used to it by now

as a ‘female’

The duty to be multifaceted & simplified all at once

To kick back and deny those open doors

Though,

there is nothing I admire more

than a woman with bloody hands