Backstage pass

To my previous life

I was an ass

But standing ovations

Are rectified

As I had been utterly defied

Not seen as a woman of worth

I wore the crown

The uterus brought you birth!

Rectified reconciliations

will bring Grace

To all nations

Mark your stations, ladies

The superior are scorned

Watch as we rise,

The un-Gentlemen, be forewarned

3.5.23