Yes, I'm a man, who may be stereotypical
But I ain't afraid to say it, I think all women are beautiful
Patti Smith by Jean Baptiste Mondino
Things were different back then.
For the men, verse-wise,
Big O was the boy. Legendary.
The blurb on the back of his books claimed
that animals,
aardvark to zebra,
flocked to his side when he sang,
fish leapt in their shoals
at the sound of his voice,
even the mute, sullen stones at his feet
wept wee, silver tears.
Bollocks. (I’d done all the typing myself,
I should know.)
And given my time all over again,
rest assured that I’d rather speak for myself
than be Dearest, Beloved, Dark Lady, White Goddess etc., etc.
From Eurydice, by Carol Ann Duffy
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Sing louder than you ever did