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I used to write about women, looking in the mirror, peering out from behind the bars of these walls. I used to see them in the kitchen, by the stove, seated: docile at the table. Their chairs were always a little askew--drawn back-- or maybe they just weren't there. They'd wash--no scrub-- their hands among the dishes until their manicures bled. Then they'd stack the porcelain in a heap out by last night's ******* and tomorrow's cleaning. Sometimes they'd smile to themselves; a chuckle of menial labor. But other times they'd cry and groan and moan out the next generation of household women. I used to see them everywhere. I wonder where they've gone.
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
My Women
I used to write about women, looking in the mirror, peering out from behind the bars of these walls. I used to see them in the kitchen, by the stove, seated: docile at the table. Their chairs were always a little askew--drawn back-- or maybe they just weren't there. They'd wash--no scrub-- their hands among the dishes until their manicures bled. Then they'd stack the porcelain in a heap out by last night's ******* and tomorrow's cleaning. Sometimes they'd smile to themselves; a chuckle of menial labor. But other times they'd cry and groan and moan out the next generation of household women. I used to see them everywhere. I wonder where they've gone.
#feminism#oppression#women#housewife
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kenna-mcc
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
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