Miss Naive

When they are young,

and dare I say stupid,

– oh yes, I know, dangerous ground,

but I mean it as young and stupid – 

in this world of inequality,

they are Miss,

strutting through daisy fields,

with baskets on their arms,

and the golden sun overhead.

But once they have been divorced,

and been beaten up by life,

a bit, hopefully not by men,

but probably, possibly – 

you are aware of the world today – 

or been weighed down 

by the second class status,

women have,

they realise they wanna be,

a Ms.

It seems to me to be better equality,

and it’s better that way.

And you know, that is okay,

that’s up to them, as they

are women, and I’m not,

but that doesn’t stop me,

thinking it is odd,

you know,

they still can’t get it from the get go.