Also, this may offend, if it does, I apologize, it is not meant to.
This is something I see around me often and it saddens me, and leaves me feeling directionless about my own responsibility as a woman...
Gradually,
they settle into
the narrow path
of normalcy,
trading sharp
eccentricities
for smooth plastic smiles.
Maybe once
they burned bras
and men
with the fire of
equality in their eyes...
maybe once
their dreams,
now run through by
a child’s cry
or the groaning
mattress of mediocre,
routinized, sexless,
copulation,
lived as something
separate from them,
to be followed,
not cropped and manipulated
like vacation photos,
in a box,
under the bed,
waiting
to be forever preserved
between the sticky pages
of an album,
small, frozen
images of an ideal
not representations of reality.
2007-08-14
05:18:56
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