I am but a woman, in a mans world
He draws out my power
Through a single nostril
He leave me suspended
Like a dream in space
Is brutal with my thought
And abuses my soul
Yet i still love him, as a savage would love
A single piece of meat
In an urban butcher shop

Sunday in a city

allan james saywell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/urban-woman/