A Room of Her Own

In a world where demand is prevalent
- and she is inclined to answer -
to shut out what's malevolent
she needs a space to be her

A room with books beloved smell
where hushly whispered secrets dwell
in rosey robes that rustle red
and all the thoughts she ever had

where tears will sudden cite a smile
and laughter turns to rage
where profanity is loud and vile
and anger seeps through narrow gauge

 for ancient wisdom, doors shut tight
entranced in deeply sacred rite
 her rules, her knowing, her moves
a room of her own is what she behooves

I.A.m