once i was once told
by a man, that i could do great things
if i would stay an upright woman and
keep my eyes on the ground

and i, as a young one,
stood up straight,
"like a woman would"
and had my curves sanded down,
"like a woman should"
for, "temptations are the Devil's Woods"

and with my eyes on the ground,   
I watched my particles catch light and
settle on the basement floor like dust ............
from whence We came, and without a sound

i always wondered what it would be like to see the shore
i ask
He never answers straight, all that matters is i'm pure                                                  
then The Carpenter whittled
tiny spikes into my sides
until it was unsafe to be near me,
a Curse in the name of Love
set for life in a window of this outdated Shop

so i waited until His nose was deep
in the latest draft of His holy autobiography
until He nodded off, fast asleep
i lunged at His face
He screeched something about His never-ending Grace
He bled ancient black ink from the pens of scared little men

then,  i escaped
well... what wood you do?