Surely, you have heard
of how brazen we wear our dresses,
pulled up over our heads,
creating hot messes
in a culture where
female silence is expected.
Wicked Women in Words
 shall be heard.

In the underground alley ways,
sloshing in the avenues
and hallways
of a dimly lit
back stage pass.
Wicked Women in Words
will smoke the grasses of life. . .

as a girl,
tilting the world
with the words
We choose.

Wicked Women in Words
we have nothing to lose,
but our minds in time.

So before we adjourn to
The nooks and crannies of
old age dementia
and granny panties,
we shall spread our voices in font.
We shall leave nothing to want,
except a yearning for more thought.

Wicked Women in Words
shall spill the beans
in with the wine,
devour and dine
upon the hot messes
of our brazenly worn dresses,

and try to enjoy the creations.