If you ask me to write an essay
Of what a woman shall say
When she prices so much her name
Shall I find any words?
If you ask me to describe in poetry
How a woman feels
When she discovers her identity
Shall my muse ever be found?
If you ask me to think to act
The scenes of a woman in her prime
Inhaling life little by little
Shall I ever move my waist?
Too sacred is the woman’s world
That no decree can hurl it out
By name, or in a frame
For only the patient gain entry.