Weak and Pretty

I wish I could be weak

I’ve never been weak a day in my life

I wish I could fall to the floor in a heap of madness

And whine and wail

And hurl my problems at the walls

Instead of grappling with them

No I take it back

Forget weak, I want to be pretty

I’ve never been pretty a day in my life

Maybe they are the same thing

I’m nervous they are the same thing

You made them the same thing

I have been strong

I have been prowess

I have been desire

I have been

Everything in the world except weak and pretty

It’s my turn

To have men caress instead of grab

Tender instead of taking

I want to be so weak and so pretty they fear looking at me lest I break

I am the fair china their despised wife will never let them touch

It’s my turn, to be weak and pretty

When will you make it my turn