Frustrations of a Woman Living in Bangkok - Poem

A stranger at home

but I am not alone

when I have my self

for company.

Nothing is free in this city

except the smiles on the street.

Spirituality is denied me

The monks focus

on my femininity,

not on me.

It’s culturally binding.

Buddha had no part

in its making.

Why is it I want

what is not

open to me?

A place at the feet

Of those who know more

Than they teach

Windows leading on to paths

On to roads

Pushing me out

Onto dirty canal boats

But I dodge and shy away

From the barefoot orange

That walk the streets

I just look

At my uninteresting feet

Baking in the dust and heat

Wondering if they’ll ever

Be washed by

Dhamma’s all-seeing.

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Picture taken by me in Bangkok, Thailand.