BETWEEN THE LINES (“WOMAN” the Sub-text)

I’m the “Princess” Story Book,

Full of things so fine —

You really have to study me

If you want to read between my lines!

 

I’m the lovey-dovey dove,

Singing and flirting! — You be

The tree I perch in. Shush! Don’t move!

Everybody’s listening and looking at me!

 

I’m the garden spiderweb

Spangled and diamonded with dew....

The angle where I display myself,

That’s you.

 

I’m the black orchid, I’m the blue rose —

I beautify every spot

In which I pose.

You? My pot.

 

I’m a perky blade of grass,

I feel prettee! I’m so prettee, and wittee, and ... prettee!

You be the dandy lyin’ weed

— What do you mean, you “don’t agree”?

 

I can be anything! Do anything, I can!

Because I am Woman! You hear me?

—What do you mean, you don’t want to be

What I say?

 

Aw, you ain’t no man,

Anyway.