Sep 2016
Good girls sew their mouths shut.
We stitch our eyes closed
and turn down the volume
of our breathing.
Dressed up in stereotypes
with our limbs twisted
for a taste of something
of substance.
No trespass of emotion;
no warmth to expose us
to cold beds and cold hands.
Good girls sew their minds shut
and do as they're told.
We stitch our eyes closed
and turn down the volume
of our breathing.
Dressed up in stereotypes
with our limbs twisted
for a taste of something
of substance.
No trespass of emotion;
no warmth to expose us
to cold beds and cold hands.
Good girls sew their minds shut
and do as they're told.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 03.09.2016
This poem is for any woman who feels silenced and repressed by society's numerous and overwhelming demands upon women; who has ever felt invalidated by these conflicting expectations or that her gender made her anything less than an equal.
This poem is for any woman who feels silenced and repressed by society's numerous and overwhelming demands upon women; who has ever felt invalidated by these conflicting expectations or that her gender made her anything less than an equal.
