the world likes it that way

and as you can see, I'm not one to fight it
down here, around there with my dark head
held in familiar position of acceptance - not reluctance

but not subserviant
right.

and as you can see, I leave it to God
and keep my shoulders back, when I think about it

these are my lips sending my Mother
(my best, all my love, my strength, my tidal wave, my faith)
these are my arms closed over my chest
these are my eyes, looking forward

because that's how the world wants it,
right.