The Femme

I am invisible - do you see me
even in the fullest reddest lips
in my long flowing skirts - outlining my hips

I am invisible - I have no sign
no membership card
all I've got is hurting feet
and aching knees - time honored gifts
wrapped in adversity
they were given to me
by all those hours of marching on City Halls
and endless days of begging uncle Sam
for God given rights to simply be
invisible - I am
can you feel me - in your arms

I'll forever be running - until the dawn
gliding on the faintest breeze
beneath these tired feet
denying the sunrises, which set on shunning

I am invisible
by your side, in your face......... in front of you
do you see me - I see you
Miss-trusting me; Miss-representing me; Ms-reading me
for behind my eyes
beats 
the soul.............of A Femme

©L.Monique