some women wait for something

ill-fated fairytales
filtered through girlhood
dreams
Mr. Right sits high
on his white stallion
her smile beckons him
to rescue a maiden,
one fair as she
waiting.
eager to flee
into the security of man arms
and gallop off into fairytale world.
somewhere beyond the sunset
or at the rainbow’s end
there is a nest
the lady bird’s wings
are clipped
the nest does not offer rest
but seclusion from the world outside
she sits perched high
atop a tree
and beholds the sky,
unable to fly.

*found this digging through some old journals
title is a nod to Audre Lorde’s “Stations”

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Jennifer D. Williams is a writer and professor of English and Women's and Gender Studies. She has published in academic journals and online at Ms.blog, PopMatters, among other sites. Jennifer is currently working on a book that looks at black women's urban literature between the Depression and the civil rights era.

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