Three Ladies Dancing In My Mind
the first one was white and smooth
baby lips and natural black hair
the second one was aggressive
like my mother telling me every details
to be done in my life
the third one does not speak
lurks in the corner and waits.
they all dance in my mind
not having chosen whom
until they all stop and then
leave me alone
in my indecision
the three women dance in the world
taking their other options
throwing their legs
in crazy steps
mechanically less my love
and affection.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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