We play the numbers game

I am the princess
I am the whore

It is wholly perplexing

(The dichotomy of a woman
Who dares to emulate a man);

To the masses
That cower to collective constraints;

The church fed,
Man bred,
Communal conventions;

Inflicted and Imposed
To keep the fair sexed droves
Perfectly aligned
In pretty faces
And underfed form
Without wits,
Or brawn,
Or skeletal remains;

In closets
From past lives or lovers

The mythical, self made woman
Who can never

Be
Made

As the thumbprints
Of judgments fall