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A Thing I Must Do (Free verse) by Dovina

Shoes and socks removed and carried I walked across the infield grass. At second base, I folded clothes and set them on the plate. Up somewhere in the darkness of bleachers in the night he sat watching me in moonlight silent in his jeans. A person hides in cotton and needs to open up reveal herself to the universe all secrets told and known. Turn on the lights and listen now This is me and who I am I stand for me, just me I refuse to cringe and run.

zodiac 2-Feb-05/10:03 PM
God, I can't risk having nentwined misplace my reply again. Who knows where it would end up this time - on Brittanyy's last post, probably.

Dovina, most feminists believe the sexes are different. Unequal, too, if you mean predisposed to different aptitudes and weaknesses which probably come out even if you can tally them all somehow and give things like petitpoint and soapopera-watching the same value as waging and winning wars and inventing aircrafts. You probably do; and I, with some qualifications, agree.

That's not the point. The point is this poem is about a woman performing nude in a male arena for a lone watching man and thinking that's liberation. It's not. It's strippers' logic. If you were really empowered, you'd keep your clothes on.




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