Madwoman in the Attic (A Poem)
Madwoman in the Attic I believe in one's own retirement in the shadows The things a woman keeps to herself Every woman leads a double life And I do too, quite intensely Millions of people believe That a cheap veil And a plain boring featureless garb Made in the least fashionable manner Is best to suit me, a woman They all agree I should cover-up From nose to toes I would have said they’re jealous If it weren’t them, men I would have said they Hated the looks of me But that’s not true Jealousy or hate It’s crazy how Few words someone once said Can haunt my fate And defeat it. How powerful are the words How time proof In the end language outgrows us Like an expert, once an apprentice Like a tyrant once a big-eyed child As if it functions in a realm of its own But here I am a pimp to words And I think of the word as a woman Was it a woman who fancied it? Scripturizing the concealing of me? Those apparitions I see Of a woma...