So I was browsing through the poetry section of the library the other day and this is what I came across..

Now it is important to know that these brilliant pieces are all by 'women.'
I suppose I have been evolving as a feminist.

Things
by Fleur Adcock

There are worse things than having
behaved foolishly in public
There are worse things than these
miniature betrayals
committed or endured or suspected
there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them
It is 5 a.m. All worse things come
stalking in and stand icily about the
bed looking worse and worse and worse.

Television - Anne Stevenson
Hug me, mother of noise
Find me a hiding place
I am afraid of my voice
I do not like my face.

Gray - by Alice Walker

I have a friend
who is turning gray
not just her hair
and I do not know
why this is so

Is it a lack of Vitamin E
pantothenic acid or B 12
or is it just from being
frantic and alone?

'How long does it take for you to love someone?'
I ask her
'A hot second,' she replies.
'And how long so you love them?'
'Oh anywhere up to several months'
'And how long does it take you to get over loving them?'
'Three weeks,' she said, 'tops.'

Did I mention I am also
turning gray
It is because I adore this woman
who thinks of love
in this way.

And this one's the best that I came across as yet.

Men, who needs them? - by Louise Hudson.

Now I go to films alone
watch a silent telephone
send myself a valentine
whisper softly 'I am mine.'