Happy 90th Birthday, Sylvia Plath

I dreamt of you, Ms. Plath in Maidform bra Writing distrubing sonnets Under the grey English sky Why did you turn on the gas? Was life too hard not to see the future? You should've divorce him And return to America As you forget about yr old man Who torture you with his death Cast him off; and snub him like a cigarette O' Syliva you gave a million reason To want the emancipation of the male's wish of an ideal woman Out of the house, being what they want to be Yr voice will live on the million pages In other women's hands