If I lay down my life of pain,
who is going to fight the fight
when I can’t stand to see, again,
another woman stunned in fright,
another misogynistic reign?
Who will stand guard through the night
against the chilling dreams that stain
my memory, insistent sight?
Who will carry on, this time?
Who will educate the world
of all that strips the sweet, sublime —
if I slip into sails, unfurled?
Don’t you think I wish to go
away, across the wide, blue sea?
Don’t you think I wish to know
of only peace; of only me?
The world’s not kind to us, and so,
I’ll find a way to live; and be
a woman who can yet bestow
my truths — and make a life, carefree.
