an introduction to feminism: please feel free to imagine you are a woman when reading as i have done while pretending to be a man reading what seems like all the other stories

girl, you know I been there

sittin on the side of a cucumber fence

when the grown men

walk by you

with a shine-eyed look

they say sweetie you should smile

they say nice ass

you worry by the windows turned mirrors

in the night street

stealing glances at your slumped back.

straighten up. everything will be fine

if you present as world-ready as you aren’t.

this thing is so tired she can’t qualify as people

for a whole shift of work.

she will have to be quick fingers

engaging voice, soldier through

a nightshift of standing

on its feet. Now, when home,

she will ravel her way back to she or he or ze or queer (to person

heading to bed, soft blankets

covering all but the tip

of that sweet-nothing head.)

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3 thoughts on “an introduction to feminism: please feel free to imagine you are a woman when reading as i have done while pretending to be a man reading what seems like all the other stories

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