My hair is my glory
My head bowed and humble
I am Beauty
I am a sanctuary in itself
Father, thou callest me WOMAN
wise yet naive
unsuspecting yet discerning
And someone calls me WIFE
Tell to Nietzsche
That I understand the child
And call me MOTHER
as well
But tell me where I can rest.
in sacrifice;
For I freeze in winter
And in the summer swelter
Tell me Lord
Where the trees
Find shelter?