Not Superwoman

My name's not superwoman.
And I have no super powers.
The men I know are lazy and
refuse to work the hours that I do.
When was it they decided
I should do it all for them...?
Their desires are perverted.
Their arrogance unearned.
Their testosterone is tainted
and their underwear is stained.
Looking for a mommy
to absolve them of their pain.
Their hearts and heads are dead
and now we're stuck with their remains.
Tired of their fighting stance.
Can't help it if they never learned the dance.
But hey, my name's not superwoman.
And I'm running out of steam.
So I sleep alone and dance
within my dreams...

? Michaelette ?

4/09/2005
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