The Portrait

He travels in big circles.

He has power in his hands.

He says, “listen to me woman.

And perhaps you’ll understand.

A woman’s place is in the home:

That’s where I’ll say you’ll be.

You wash the dishes, clean the house.

Make it comfortable for me.

You’re wasting your time searching.

And you’re taking things too far.

I do not think I want you

To be better than you are.

I’ve given you my home, my ring,

And yes. that too – my name.”

Ah. he paints a pretty picture,

But she lives within his frame!