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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About the author(s)
Damini has recently acquired her post-graduate degree in Communication and Journalism from Mumbai University. Since she graduated, she has been engaged in research work and has presented papers at international conferences. Apart from pegging away at geeky (mostly feminist) literature, she has also conducted gender sensitization workshops. She is currently working as a news curator.
Hi mam… Ur poems speaks out loudly..what each of us are may be feeling sometime or other.
Thank you, Trisha. I am so glad you could resonate with the poem. 🙂