Just You Wait

Just You Wait

I’m glad I’m not a woman, I couldn’t bare the self obsession, The checking out of other women To enforce conformity and not catch me out. That whole desirability thing, The pecking order. The letting him beat you up Because he looks good on your arm, Or you can’t get anybody else, Or both, Or neither, Or whatever. Put up or shut up, carry your load, Gotta beat the body clock, Cook tea, Get up three hours before work In order to leave for work looking like you aren’t wearing make up. All the hidden signalling. Having to put up with men. Not feeling safe on the streets, Not being safe on the streets, Or behind the wheel of a car. And all that baby stuff What is that all about? And then the slow emotional strangulation Of it not understanding you, Or you it, And then crying for days When it goes off to make a mess of it’s life, Because they won’t listen, No one does. Still if you keep looking pretty And above all smile.