DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
Offered up on the altar
of eligible, single men
begging to be saved,
I bare my heart
hoping for
mercy
chained
by my own
need to be loved,
becoming a willing,
living, breathing sacrifice
I stop struggling and succumb
Parading by, with open stares
all with their own agendas,
my tormentors pass
their judgments,
clearly upon
each face:
too tall
too curvy
too this, too that,
not nearly needy enough
to fulfill their masculine egos
I seem condemned to live alone
Is there not a rescuer out there
prepared to do battle,
to prove themselves
worthy of one who
loves without
restraint
sharing
not only her
heart and body
but her soul, her spirit
transcending the physical,
breaking the bonds of earth?
Oh, my Champion…please, come forth!
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright June 2, 2012
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DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
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