Mixed up Female Mind

Can you read into my thinking
or can you not?
Can you see into my visions
or can you not?

Best that you don't. Shut your eyes.
Then you will not know
how my mind is all mixed up.
It swings to and fro.

It's happy for an hour
and sad on the next.
It dwells in the state of duality.
Oh this female sex

is not at all like the life of man.
Men are so predictable.
Women are too emotional.
They cry at the dropp of a hat.
But they can smile at the littlest thing
just like a siamese cat.

But would I change and like to be
a man for even one day?
That would be calamitous for me
for my mind would be on display.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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