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Regretfully Taming the Shrew

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Jul 24, 2013
by: mlam

Regretfully Taming The Shrew

We used to stay up until our eyes and sun begged us to sleep,
our pillows,
indentless,
our beds,
bodiless,
because we had escaped into the midnight wild.

We used to be the wild girls.
Celebrations, like birthdays, every day,
Young enough to keep the candles burning,
Blowing them out only because the wax and reached its end,
But not us,
Age indeterminable, like the endless night.

And by the end of our nights,
we used to return,
with knotted hair,
sweaty backs,
makeup only meant for the dark.

When the clocked tolled,
we were out of our princess dresses.
Home with our muscles still aching
from years of dancing
as a girl in frills
swaying in front of Daddy’s camera,
years of dancing
with boys on our minds
or outside of theaters,
years of dancing,
and movement and dreams and freedom
until we found a dance partner
who begs us to sleep
every night.

But while we’re now sleeping
in the night
We’re awake.
We’re pretending.
We don’t want to dream in the night,
the traditional dream
of stardom, and romance, and power, and voice,
that disappears
with the morning frost.

We dare to dream in the daylight
while dancing on the edge of
womanhood.

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Dear mlam, The way I

Submitted by Eva on Wed, 2013-07-24 12:22.

Dear mlam,

The way I interpret this poem is...like... these woman are "trapped", that they are afraid to "live it up", or something happened happened to make them afraid of living it up.

"We used to be the wild girls."
Mlam, what happened to these wild girls? Did they grow up and realized that life wasn't for them anymore? I'm confused....

I know that many women leave their life behind when they get married...Not to insult the marriage race, but that's what my mom tells me all the time. That marriage changes someone..it could be good changes or it could be bad changes.
Sometimes it's the latter.

Getting used to being a domestic person...sometimes changes women. I've heard stories where women become depressed for just staying home all day, not "used" to being a domestic woman. Washing their husbands clothes, cooking, and then feeding their kids. Doing that over and over again...really is that mean how our life meant to be??? Just because we're women?

Some women aren't just meant for a life like that.

"But while we’re now sleeping
in the night
We’re awake.
We’re pretending.
We don’t want to dream in the night,
the traditional dream
of stardom, and romance, and power, and voice,
that disappears
with the morning frost."

These women you talk about are lost. They're depressed. They aren't happy with their life. In fact, if these women could start over, I bet they would.