10-01-09 Because I'm a Dame Why is it that I want to write and pen and rhyme I crave But cannot find the words with which my feelings to engrave Some days it's like a swelling river, others like a receding wave Perhaps because I try to suppress and in the process become numb But then it swells and overflows and to my emotions I succumb Where is the happy medium? I have the problem but not the sum What I'm trying to say is I miss my boss with whom I had a great rapport But it feels inappropriate to keep in touch or talk to him anymore Now it seems I might get his job, and it's because he was such a great mentor If I were a boy there would be no impropriety As it is, the fault lies in society It's not something that can change, taboo Implications, though false, his character would imbue Because people so easily tend to misconstrue What a shame For him to be cut out of the frame So as not to defame And all because I'm a dame
I had trouble connecting the first and second stanzas with the restk...because I'm a Dame seeemed to change directions very quickly thourgh the work. I felt connected to it though.
Yeah, I'm not sure if I should rework it or not. Had a case of writer's block, so I started by addressing the fact that I was having trouble finding the words to say what I wanted to say.
