We, the single women of this town,
dress beautifully for ourselves, first.
Because it is a celebration to do so.
If you are a gentleman about it,
we appreciate your praise.
If what you feel, if what you have to say,
is steeped in the ignorance of the ages,
in the presumption that we are here
as your playthings, as your entertainment,
then please, pretty please, just keep it to yourself.
*And stay way the hell away from us.
Those of you who have come to know me here through my work know me to be a person of peace and harmony.
I am that.
I am also, when it is called for, a fiercely focused advocate, a tireless woman warrior for the rights of everyone and of anyone, who needs and deserves protection.
After yet one more of us felt the need to file a report of ****** harassment in what is, by and large, an increasingly progressive world, I felt an inner imperative to write these words.
As a matter of fact, none of the other vibrant words forming within me could be born and take form as a poem until I wrote this one.
Please feel free to comment on this extremely sensitive topic with dignity and politeness.
Please also fully understand that these healthy boundaries that have taken me most of a lifetime to put into place are activated and lively now, and if you write anything in any way abusive to anyone, you will be blocked from my page.
Because there just isn't room anymore in my heart or mind for tolerating any abuse, in any form, of myself or anyone else, for even one millisecond longer.
Copyrighted on the 30th of August, 2016, by Elisa Maria Argirò
