WOPW

I am a cow, tied to a plum tree.
Oh, the lead is long enough,
The grass is sweet enough,
And water to drink aplenty.

But, sometimes, without warning
A plum hits me on the head.
(Fate or chance?)

And sometimes I notice I'm not free
Feelings stir in my breast
(rage, boredom or compliance)

I think I know the people and events to blame.
I can curse them, and do.
Was it Woman?
(from Virginia socialite to ghetto gangsta bitch)
Was it Love?
Well...
The hardest thing to face is
I let them tie me up.