If I had a daughter
I would tell her
each tear that falls is diamond water.
Do not waste them on unworthy men
My mother says, do not trust
the blue-eyed boys
Look carefully, she says
For the growl
from in between his teeth.
He will gnaw you to white bone,
he will cut through you like rope,
the hint of the devil curled into the corner of his mouth
liquor, against her
he could not see the fire
In her ribcage of flames
so burn him to the ground
Before he has a chance to put it out.
You flew free.
The caged little bird grew up to be a wild raven,
Walking over the ashes of lost men.
So, again, my dear child.
Each tear that falls is diamond water,
Do not waste them on unworthy men.