Liberated Lady

Liberated Lady tell me why
I still got to move first
I still got to be cool?
Tired anger comes as I must try.

Woman must we do this dance
Wearing gaudy sex god masks
Sounding words of sex role tasks
What from under myth did glance

A warm eye to my very soul
Stops, hot, contacts, freezes as soul reads
Mind's fears remembering past leads
Can we drop the costume's toll?

Forget all of dream's robes? Maybe I can
Will you, women, then still call me man?


Ramapo, August 12-13, 1978