Edit

Here's the version of the last post's poem (whoa, that was kind of hard to say...) that I ended on. I feel it a hell of a lot better personally, but that's why I have a blog...so, thoughts?

The Woman I Will Be

What I want is

to dance with my children,

                                    barefooted

in our living room,

to love a father --

.                                               some kind of activist--

and write

words that are trifled

by misapprehension

words you will love,

unlike mother’s

who are not

            the woman I will be.