there\’s a song
from the 90\’s
that encapsulates
everything
a woman
is — from tender
nurturers to personal
demonic terrors
depending upon
the situation
the truth
is women
are all those
things but
that doesn\’t
make us any
less human
or vulnerable
especially
when
hmmmm,
let me provide
you with a thought
provoking image
picture an octopus
if you will — each
tentacle is a different
role we must play
in our lives
— not a role for theatrical
purposes but; components
that construct or de
who or what
we are
now…
where was i,
yes, each tentacle
taken wrapped around
a cog that\’s attached
to a vice grip which tightens
a rake — with each
task or role
we are stretched
thin enough
to be prepared
octo-calamari
in lieu
of the usual
squid