In my past I was a trained singer. Being a timid person, I moved to the study of the history of music which has not to date been a beneficial decision. This poem is about approval and about learning to love oneself rather than wait for external applause.

Where do you go?

I can feel you mocking me with that look upon your face.

A woman’s desire for the approval of her man.

A poem about how women want to be seen as strong in their own right, but at the same time, still require outside approval.