Words from Inside My Head

 I seek the advice of men,

 looking for myself 

in one of them,

reflections of who I ought to be

 what would be approved, I ask?

 The public men, if they listen, ask the same.

 The private men say “stay with me,

 I’ll explain”

I stand naked in front of the mirror 

and notice it is blank

 but it whispers to me.

It says, get away or

 they will edit you down to the bone 

trying to find their own meaning

 in your marrow

1970’s