You
say, I
am the second
sex subservient to man,
the little woman kept between
layers of life, like lemon icing-
turned sour with the gumption to complain;
I expect to rise in the mix – be
recognized beyond baker’s conception of icing to the cake
refuse submission to your bakery of delights point of view,
and create a recipe of equality- a new world view
no one submits to Other, rather fresh ingredients mix
deem a society of freedoms to belong together
in ways that no longer require icing
between layers – rather a single cake-
of the whole human perspective,
economic slices are equal
opportunities are fair,
and subservience,
herstory.

©Heather Carr-Rowe

I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil