A Girl of Good Breeding

One of these days 


I’m filled with disgust


For all man kind 


For all woman kind 


It doesn’t stop there, 

this feeling 


It gets mingled with anger 

and then


Madness and misery


And then stone cold hatred at times.

I still love all, with whimpering efforts


I still fear society’s invisible chains


It tells me even if I must break free


I don’t have to.


It tells me more and more 


And black mass of my desires piles up inside the depths of my body.

I dare call myself a free bird 

with enormous wings, 

in moments of rebellion.


This rebel is against my own will,


Against, all that I have become,


Against the very thought of being well bred.

I’m nor myself


neither a bird.


I’m an invisible face 


An outline may be


Of this emptiness.