His gaze
Scans over me
Searching for a barcode
Do I have the right dimensions
Do I coordinate
With the pleated drapes
hang other things too
A plastic calendar
The Kandinsky over the nightstand
My eyes don’t scan
You assume the way I look
I look for a man
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Author:
KristenGreenCrabtree (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2022 11:53
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
Love this.
(a great write!
insightful, direct
and pitch perfect in tone
thanks for sharing and inspiring
my little scribbled reply)..
indeed, society
calls it 'fashion'
when in actuality
it's just another way to dictate
and subjugate our individuality..
then comes those lurking
insidious, subliminally poisonous
whispers:
'dressed like that
she/he/they
so, deserved it...'
(meanwhile
a few hours ago
that unsuspecting individual
was looking in the mirror
hi-fiving themselves, mentally
thinking
'worked so hard, to fit into this
can't believe we made it this far...')
such a morbid world, reality
can seem to be
best, not think about too deeply
it will steal what little joy we have
in our lives...
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