Cooption

And we know what we must do without.

It's what we, as women, know,
What we are told,
Our communal strength,
To deny what is right
For what is wrong.

Holy, almost, depending
On what you've been taught --
It's holy;

My whole life
Spent perched
On a ledge of waiting
For self denial
To reveal its treasure
And not once
In my whole life
Does it ever come.

Gone: where?
Why am I no longer here?
Day in, day
Out of myself somewhere else
And wanting more; the wanting
Feeding the money flow,
Feeding suicide.

So why
Is it so hard
To see something you want
And touch it
When it's so easy
And yet,
So hard?