The stranger said, “My name is Ken.
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What can I ask the god of the universe for, for you?”
I said, “I need my husband to land a job
that pays more bills while preserving his health.”
Ken said, “You don’t understand your plight
as a woman in our sexist world-
I examine all the women who aren’t needy whores.
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I see my reflection and hear their affirmations,
and start to think that maybe I’m no needy whore myself,
until I fear these women are just whores like me-
You, my first love with your padding to my room to draw
a mural with me, with my three-years-behind-yours fine motor skills.
Green easel- hodgepodge I never erased.
You, with your independence, hero-power, and readiness,
senior trips and friends I always joined but never made.
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He smiles, ‘Not you-
All the other girls who think your thoughts, differently,’
when his joke responds to me,
my thoughts, my way.Read More »
So known but so misunderstood-
Were I a psychologist,
perhaps what moves within me
would have explanation on top of its name.Read More »
we want girls with
balanced on some
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