The grey morning sky casts an eerie glow and it cools the world with it's emptiness and gloom. I sit alone in this empty room with my injured belly and my pondering mind. I'm thinking about old lovers and new ones, too. Where R they now? I ask myself. But I don't really want to know. It just reminds me of promises whispered on such a cool morning as this. Promises as empty as the sky. Once apon a time I was a little girl who believed in the handsome Prince who'd one day save me from the looming life of a working class Jezabel. Jezabel? Yep, that's right. I saved myself well for him, but when he came he left again. That's when it occurred to me that I needed a plan. A plan for the future 'cause I can't depend on no man. Mom, why didn't you ever tell me it would B like this? Well, I can't blame U. After 2 divorces, a plump little miser is still dreaming of her Savior, her "Prince". She could not have taught what she, herself did not know. The world has changed and me along with it. There is uprising in the air. This modern attitude of modern women is this: You can do it! No Prince is on his way for U. Maybe he's at home waiting for U. Ever think of that? I see now what I ignored before. I can support myself, the revolution has occurred. Things R more Equal than ever before. I can now ask for a partner with soul and character b/c a paycheck is just a paycheck and I can do that part myself. Men around the world R waking up to find themselves outdated in there beliefs. So, the divorce rate it higher than ever before b/c we don't need U for convenience anymore. You actually have to develop some sense to keep up with us now. I can't B expected to clean your house, cook U dinner and B your cash cow. The roles are forever altered and I admit I am "domestically challenged", but so R U He-Man. So get with the program!Birth sign: Sagittarius
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