Scribblings

She trudges through her hall of shame
and confronts who she's been.
It seems the whole world has seen her
story posted between her legs
like a neon-yellow Waffle House sign.
Years of "c'mon, it's no big deal;"
Years of working it like a Communist spy
result in the blank stare of the easy lay.
She longs to be a woman.
She longs to change that moment years ago
when her body and soul screamed, "NO!"
but it only came out as a whisper.