Independent Blonde

“They want to be loved, they have to be loved.”
Unhinged, wounds splayed for all to see, she drinks.
A submerged loss from her past never sinks.
Death has touched her; Myrtle will be slapped, shoved.

Mabel’s a modern woman drowning in life,
singing songs you and I don’t hear, aloud.
Untamed and alive, she will not be cowed.
“Pfht” to being normal, she’s a good wife.

Gena goes to the jugular of truth.
grasping the hearts of the cracked and broken,
the Gold and torment in that unspoken.
She’s found a grace in those disturbed, uncouth.