Sylvia Plath
Woman... you are weak
Only in as much as
You need to peek
Into the bathroom cabinet
And grab a razor
Because you must, must, must
Use that under arm hair eraser
Then gently pluck
Every single hair above
Those deep brown eyes
That I always love
When they peek into me
What do they see
What do you see in me
Your look leaves me weak, on my knee
And then when you talk
I hang on every word speak
You call me out, call me freak
Call me to you with your shriek
Call me with your bleak critique
Call me old, a crap antique
Calling out my feeble physique
You call me man, call me weak
We call our everything unique.

Sylvia Plath, American poet and author, died today in 1963.

Infosec guy by day, Poet by night!

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