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| Willard House by Lisa Gordon Photography |
They took my books
Said all that reading wasn't good
for a woman's mind
So I started writing
They burned my papers
and spilled my ink
Said my useless nattering
just proved that I wasn't 'right'
What else could I do but paint?
I painted the walls with my monthly blood
I painted the nightmares that visited my bed
I painted the screams stuck in my throat
But mostly, I painted rage
Deep, dark, red rage
I should have known better
An insane woman is an embarrassment
An angry woman is a danger
So they put me in this place
with bars on the windows like a jail
or a zoo
to be punished
and tamed.
