I am Prometheus and
the eagle is inside me
I am a woman and
the fire I bring
is a small candle
to read by
I have brought the fire
to myself
The eagle tears at something
It tears the wrong place
As if there was a right place
to be destroyed
I am a woman
whose punishment
deserves indignity
and embarrassment
because the pain is no less
It's just in the wrong place
A man would know
the right way to suffer
