Inside My Purse
by Candy Statts
Created on: April 19, 2008
There is a realm no man would dare to go;
Inside my purse you glimpse my heart and soul.
Several post-its, indescribable, past their prime,
A paperback or two to read, if I find the time.
Tubes of lipstick, not my color, but what a buy,
A coupon or two for things I want to try.
A wallet, showing signs of the stress I feel,
Each time I open it and see my coins revealed.
Things of interest, ripped from magazines,
Newspaper articles about someone else’s dreams.
Never a pen, when I need one, unless it has no ink,
Despite what my friends feel, there is no kitchen sink.
What’s in my purse, you might not want to know;
It is a brave person who into its depths will go.
From the Man’s Eye:
A woman’s purse is a place a man is taught, from an early age, that he has no business. Inside My Purse is an interesting spin on why men have no business inside a woman’s purse. The poem illustrates the quirky and unique nature of the things different women carry in their purses. Purses are officially the ‘no man zone’. It’s probably best that way.