Thursday, April 19, 2018

... and in my spare time I write protest poems ...


Women do not forgive
the furrows cut by age,
the softened curves prone to sag.
We fall back on cliché,
diminishing ourselves
by hiding in more pleasing light.

I will forgive my face
for daringly claiming its space.

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