I don't care about you
If you get what you want
If they get you
And hand you over to the men
Who elsewise could not get near you.

You are just a piece of meat
No less untouchable
They will clothe you

Like what they did to the others
You will come home changed gagged

You will embrace your sins
You will recite verses for curses




 

Soliloquy of the Sollipsist

by Sylvia Plath

I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.


I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.


I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.