Poem #10 - Fifteen Minutes
Fifteen Minutes
When your uterus
Becomes the
Burial ground to
All your dreams deferred.
When you sit around
And think about
Other lives preferred.
Because before that
You forged ahead
Rushing with the herd—
Thinking that there’d be a day
Your silent screams’ll be heard.
Fifteen mintues we’ve convinced
Ourselves
Is all we really need
To indulge in the celebrity
Of all our inner greed.
But if we pay attention
And listen to what we see:
Then we’ll all know
that it’s not true that
we’re all just really free.
Lesley-Ann Brown
Charlottenlund
February 11, 2015