ACT I
A bright August morning
Times Square.
A photographer and model meet;
the young woman disrobes
and stands, nude, with clothes at her feet.
Passersby smile, and say
Beautiful! How lovely!
A living work of art!
And with admiring gazes, snap selfies
with the naked woman in each photo’s heart.
ACT II
A bright August morning
Times Square.
A photographer and model meet;
the young man disrobes
and stands, nude, with clothes at his feet.
Passersby scowl, and curse
Disgusting! Perverted!
Nobody wants to see that!
And with fists raised, call police
with the naked man hauled away in chains.
INTERMISSION
ACT III
Why does our society see a difference?
When we are, all of us, born the same?
Why are a naked woman, a naked man
producing lust and shame?
ACT IV
It’s not like this everywhere
some people made this choice;
if you disagree and want to be free
stand up and raise your voice!
CURTAIN
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A lovely voice of discrimination and gender difference in a reverse form of what is normally done. Well written and a fave.
Thank you!!
You are very welcome Franz
This raises some fascinating questions, Fränz...we’re all born without any inherent sense that the human body needs hiding, yet cultures teach us elaborate rules about which bodies may be seen, under what circumstances, and how we’re supposed to react. You’ve given those contradictions quite the stage here. Nicely done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Exactly! Body freedom should be an inherent human right! Thank you so much.
That's nice of you to stand up for women, I guess.
This poem is actually based off something I witnessed first hand when I worked in NYC. There was a body painting event and while the nude women were received favorably by the crowd, the nude men were heckled and shamed. It’s sad that people act that way. Thank you for your feedback!
You're very welcome.
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