Peterson Toscano's A Musing

Georgia O'Keefe in New Mexico

He called you a bitch,
like he knew you--
like he knew what motivated your artist heart.

If you were a man, they would call you
eccentric, particular, genius.

You wanted space, a room of your own,
Solitude,
and he calls you a bitch--

Diva maybe, but not bitch.

You wanted privacy to keep prying eyes from
your infant works.

Isn't every mother protective of her young?

posted by Peterson Toscano @ 12:56 PM