Frailty
(or fourteen lines for Patty Hearst)
My long hair doesn't hide
the bruises on my soul.
They cannot understand;
we hurt those we love most
and love those that hurt us.
Would that I were a man;
banish these dreams of you.
They all think I am lost,
but I know where I am:
Hell. One day you'll abide
here. Your screams lullabies,
cry hush-a-bye my ghost.
I am ugly inside.
Thy name is woman.