Alice.

Consider me Alice from Wonderland...

but in my class I sit in,

I hear music from the walls from the time the school was built in.

The outlandish figure of the women sit astray

like the flowers, petite, blooming of age.

The men lure back in a sensuous way.

Leaning on their seats smiling,waiting for you

... to make a mistake.

'Peaches' we are in this room of men who are smoke and dust.

The Teacher so elegant and full knowledge... is only known for her 'bust'.

She responds with a grin, her round face and butterfly legs.

She is so dauntless and peculiar in a way.

She gives good advice and hovers over you with her wings.

But she like the rest of us girls eventually have to stop her ways and get a ring.

I am in Wonderland

in my old English class

I respond with no expression as I hand out my tea to them and take a sip from theirs..

I factor in the 'nonsense' they give to a girl like me, and reply with just  my   cup  of   tea.

As they pour in their 'nonsense' and hand it on to me.



Here every girl smiles.


But no 'Men' bestow anything.

Because everything is all 'nonsense' really.

So why don't you come away with me?

We will find time in understanding and heading toward the skies.

We will head toward the ocean and became actual butterflies.

No little girls- heading home to no home.

but free and adventurous-  gaining knowledge wherever we go.

Becoming women- not ladies

and being free.

instead of choosing a path

where I cannot be me.