The Many Thoughts of a Girl Thinking
WHAT WILL I BE THINKING when I think of what to think and when?
Will it be men I think? Or thinking like men? Oh how I hate to think.
Thinking is bloody, muddy, and sad.
I think, and in a blink, my passion and dreams go cowardly down my sink
HOW WILL I BE THINKING if ever my eyes are waking and my body quaking
Shall I wink at a shining ring, on the lovely hand of this man I have in my hand?
I hate myself for being single. I hate to be a girl who has to mingle, and a heart to dingle
At every mariner who stumbles by
MORE THAN LIFE my bed I love. The God above and secrets only girls can think
Of bracelets that clink, my name in ink, and another broken heart on my link.
Oh how I wish to marry, a baby to carry and think of thinking as I do
To roll my eyes to envious skies and think I be lying in morning dew
MY MOM WHISPERED secrets things to think about men, any men
As to why they are here, there and already been
I clasp my weeping lids, and think of kids crying as I skip through the sun
Running and thinking, my life I am thinking is a tub that is sinking
. . . as sister Rosie and her girls are calling again.
I LAUGH AT THE DEMISE of my mama's friends and think it sad
To dress so thin, and lean on my chin, do I think myself righteous or bad?
He drifted inside from his wife said he to hide, I think. His pet poodle's name was Dink
. . . and my papa is ready to think me married again.
BUT NOW THE SHADE IS DRAWN I am thinking forlorn leaving for town to be bored
Lips I kiss and friends I miss, but thinking can neither be measured or scored
She leaves me the door, I think I played the whore, and thought it better than before
. . .and Rev. McDovey and his minstrels are gawking at my wayward soul again.
MY THOUGHTS ARE OVER and I lay sleeping 'neath cover
Of silk and slime that I think are hers, hers, and hers, but not mine
My smile is fading, his question evading, and I think it is time to sleep
. . . And God is again calling my name.