an unfamiliar place
filled with darkened
people with minds that
seem to understand so
differently than I or you

preoccupied with  
how short her dress was or
if she danced too much or
if she had a sip of alcohol or
if she'll ever find a husband

what about him? I wonder

but anyways it can't be much better
in a society that propagates
male privilege in the form of
a different set of accepted
social standards

No matter how familiar
or unfamiliar the place
I am followed by this
****** UP
petty judgment which
shackles me with guilt

But when I look up
and see the natural beauty
which sees no standards
I scream out in gratitude
and the guilt evaporates

*I am free