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The Woman Wears Gold

art source: anon

art source: anon

I aspire to be the woman wearing gold

Flaunting my jewels they’re a sight to behold

I need you to see that my house it sparkles

I need you to know my neighbors, they marvel

 

For mine is a life that I believe to express

The desired glistening to all who have less

I’m a skilled performer, my humility seems true

Those petty insecurities, they never show through. 

I take the classes, I purchase the goods

I navigate the waters of “want to” & “should”

My desire is power to control and define 

And to slide through life untouched by the grime

 

Inside I am a child, running from my past

The messy house, the cheap looking-glass

That image that now stares back at me

Has amassed her fortress and it has just one key.

 

I stare down my bloodline, it will not triumph

My kids they will soar in their jets, yes they’ll fly off

To exotic locales drenched in fashion and taste 

Keeping struggle at bay ‘til facades fade away.

 

If only this worked, this creative avoidance 

If only I knew that I lived in accordance

With Divinity’s creed and the blessings so pure

Until then, this charade, I will have to endure.

Tricia Schwaba, May 2020