the abject destitution of woman

for I am now
wise enough and old enough
to censor myself
truly, not in the childs way
of I suck, Im great
but of observer and observable
flying far away to see
a little lump of formed clay
and soon, very soon
I will be, I will become
my own God, for no one
on this earth wants
to own up to me
for creating me, for having
made that bit of uselessness
for what, for love and babies
maybe