Femininity [Poem]

Her

She-ness

Is stuck

to

her

body- stuffed

interminably into

every last curve

and valley.

Breasts

Must

be round but

her waist must

be cinched,

hips must

flare,

and

legs

be

long

and sexy.

This femininity lends itself to reduction

into numbers or lewd hand gestures.

But the everydayness of the power

Of her personal femininity

Teeters on a thin edge

 Every time her

 body makes

 her into a

Goddess,

Whore,

Angel,

Slut,

or not feminine at all.

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