Monday, March 30, 2015

Your Umbrella

Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

I want to dance
outside 
your dry, sane circle
and get wet
get wet
get wet

I don't belong
here
in your dry, sane circle
you've never
let me
forget

I'm a hayseed
daughter of the fields
I'm a half-breed
no matter how high my heels
I don't need
to be your white man's burden anymore

Dry isn't what the rain is for.

For The Mag

19 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOWZERS! a killer poem. Horrible to to ever feel like a white man's burden, a beautiful and talented woman like you.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I read this in two different voices in my head: one female, one Mexican and they both words beautifully. Great job, Mama Z.

Elena Sands said...

Nice work. I really liked this.

Gail said...

I'm reeling.

Sylvia K said...

Awesome, MZ!! Totally awesome! Thanks as always for sharing!!

Kay said...

loved this...lets all dance in the rain...x

Fireblossom said...

This is very cool. That last line hits home.

Berowne said...


True; it gets dull in the dry, sane circle.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Yup--dry and boring in that little circle--great write!!

Sioux said...

O
M
G

Seriously.

Michael said...

good lord woman. Cant decide if you should pump the brakes or full speed ahead. haha

Outlawyer said...

Particularly great close, MZ -!and just terrific rhythm throughout. Actually great beginning too! M.

Kutamun said...

There are two kinds of people in this world , make that four , wets and drys // cornfeds and grassfeds !

Marion Lawless said...

Psssst! I've got a hundred bucks if you'll tell me your secret for CONTINUALLY writing these freakin' amazing poems. Cash! xo

Tess Kincaid said...

Okay this really really needs to be set to music...

Shawna said...

I love this poem, especially the opening.

grapeling said...

so cool ~

grapeling said...

so cool ~

Truedessa said...

Raw and emotional ...flows like a piece of spoken word..