You prance your masculinity
like God-Of-All-Women,
sharp as bullets in my life,
never a gentle touch.
I will swim in waters deep,
places you can never reach.
You have not learned
the breast-stroke;
you cannot swim here.
If you are the Power God
of everything me,
try to catch my wake.
All you have to do is
walk on these waters
of change.
©Shirley Alexander
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