V - BLUSH.

how much longer

will i have to sit

with keys between my fingers

on public transit?

how many cars

with faceless strangers

give way to racing thoughts

and pepper in a can?

i was born with 

breasts and hips ;

for this, the nights

rob my peace by name.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

This poem makes me so sad. I understand, no I should not say understand, let me say I am aware of the danger inherent in just being female. I have dated but a few women, and two of those disclosed being raped by family members.

[Coyote Poetry]

I adore how you write. You write with the skill of the ancient poets. You make the reader see your thoughts. This poem dear Emunah told a real story. I liked how you questions life. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote