A poem about moving through the world as a woman; again

What no man will ever understand at this point and

 never will if we keep going the way we are

is that there is an extra domain of work

 

for a woman in the world.

 

an extra domain for a woman in the world who wants to remain human(e)

 

———————————————–

Domain of Negotiation 

regarding the intentions of the man

who says hello to me on the street.

 

where are they looking are they a threat Are they being friendly

because they want to fuck me Don’t be too nice

don’t look in eyes too long heavens sake don’t smile to(o) [much]

 

But

 

are they actually just being friendly

wanting a real but brief experience of human(e) connection the way I want

the way it should be could be?

Don’t be mean. Smile warmly hold gaze return greeting they

were being nice take the kindness at face value

But

don’t look back as you pass because you may catch them staring at your ass and  slam that open heart shut again and again and again and again and again and again and again and 

 

——————————————

Domain of Picking Out My Outfit

for the day beyond considerations

of appearance

and practicality.

 

Is this too tight/bright/cleavagy/curve hugging/classy/attention drawing

will they think I’m attractive in this and

whistle/grab/honk/scream/follow/assault/rape me in it will they rape me will they rape me 

 

will they rape me today?

 

Better

take it off if you have to ask.

 

But

 

I am strong and empowered and own my body and I don’t want to expect the worst and

Oprah says I should be able to wear what I want and

I love this dress/skirt/shorts/shirt that I bought and

I want to look nice I deserve to look nice I feel good looking nice

 

But

Don’t get raped. Take it off.

Put the baggy trousers on again again again again again again again again again again

 

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Domain of Travel

as a

woman in the world.

 

What time is it?  

Do I have enough time

to adjust my route

so that I can

avoid that man on the bench that construction crew that guy with the dog those teenagers the park the angry one spewing violence at rejection that one with white car that followed me running that neighbourhood the one who tried to grab me last week pub with people spilling out all over the street

 

Should I uber/taxi/find a hostel so I don’t get whistled at/followed/grabbed/

raped

 

Are my friends leaving  I should go too 

so I don’t walk home alone at night alone at night alone at night don’t walk alone at night

Alone at night.

 

And

Do I have my mace/whistle/keys firmly in knuckle

am I ok to run in these shoes/this outfit/with this bag if I need to

is my phone charged so I can call for help if I need to

is my voice okay to scream scream scream scream scream scream scream scream

 

If I need to                                                           –

when I need to          

over and over again and again and again and again and again and again and again and

 

 

 

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Author: actredemic

Actress, Director, Actor Trainer, Researcher, American Expat and Starter Academic in the second year of PhD.

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