Bitter Beggar Woman
Poem By Marguerite C. Anderson
'Bitter beggar woman' - that's your version of who I am?
I who nurture your children a decade, almost a score
Contorting my body to an unwanted twenty pounds more,
cursing my fate for the diligent years of labour.
I, the bitter beggar woman, what have I left to savour?
While you hang out with the guys, recreating your youth
While you salivate over the neighbour in her long-legged stiletto shoes,
While you ‘make love' to me...infrequently and out of duty,
Am I not entitled to an ounce of your charity?
If I am a bitter beggar woman, have you not seen me beg for your time?
I have no pension or bounties for my golden years;
All I have are my still-fresh tears.
I beg to be free
But freedom isn't even mine.
I am Married....a curse I must bear
Like a crown of thorns on my head, my fate I wear.