Poetry by
Shannon L. Delsol

Slices of Life

Beloved Mullato Concubine
vying for a feast
Summer of '78
Little Leaf-Niece
Half-Brothers
califlower
Stones
sunshine
tea
Meta
Janis
Timepieces
Judih

The Vessel
tunnel vision
Inner Poverty
school boys
Rot
You Never Listen
I Swallowed a Fly

Delusions of Competence
Summers in Coos Bay
A Child Unveiled
Food for Thought
crucial missing pieces
On Turning 31

Entrepreneurs
Antonio
Be Simple
The Painter
Eau de Vie
You Have No Humor
Grandma Finally Expresses Herself
Our Halloween Costume Conflict
She Hangs Holly
 

*Home*


   Grandma Finally Expresses Herself

If I could be who I wanted to,
I’d surely be a man.

I’d leave my dishes in the sink
and dinner in the pan.

I’d walk about my castle
and bellow for my meal.

Give everyone a hassle
and not care how others feel.

I’d clip my toenails in the bed
and leave them for my wife.

I’d tell my daughter what to do
and how to live her life.

And when I tired of mundane stuff
I’d leave without a thought!

Would get myself a mistress
and not care if I got caught.

It’s true to work I’d have to go,
but what’s the great big deal?

As a woman, I do that now
and prepare our every meal.

Grocery stores would be my past
if I had what men possess.

My work would have its merit
and not be seen as so much less.

Advancement in the office
would be got so easily.

No one would then question
if the work was done by me.

Yes, if I could be whom I wanted to
I’d surely be a man!

Live my days as men folk do.
Then life would be so grand!

Written July 23, 2001


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