femininity

Posted: April 26, 2010 in Poetry

I twirl in and out of expectations,
like a little girl in a poodle skirt.
I am a woman, isn’t that enough
I ask as I spin around and around.

I can do things, but if you’d like
I’ll let you do them. I sometimes
like to be held.
And I would like
to be loved for me, all of me

At some point mid-spin I lose
focus, feel woozy. Isn’t that enough?
My center of being shifts as you step
away, letting me fall into my answer.

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