BETWEEN THE LINES (“WOMAN”— the subtext)

    I’m the “Princess” Story Book,

     Full of things so fine —

     You really have to study me,

     If you want to read between my lines!

 

     I’m the lovey-dovey dove,

     Singing and flirting! — You be

     The tree I perch in.  Shush!  Don’t move!

     Everybody’s listening and looking at me!

 

     I’m the garden spiderweb

     Spangled and diamonded with dew....

     The angle where I display myself,

     That’s you.

 

     I’m the black orchid, I’m the blue rose —

     I beautify every spot

     In which I pose.

     You? The pot.

 

     I’m a perky blade of grass,

     I feel pretteee!  I feel pretteee, and witteee, and ... pretteee!

     You be the dandy lyin’ weed

     — What do you mean, you “don’t agree”?

 

     I can be anything! Do anything,  I  can!

     Because I am Woman! You hear me?

     —What do you mean, you don’t want to be

     What I say?

 

     Aw, you ain’t no man,

     Anyway.

 

 

      

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