TITLE: Shape of a Woman
AUTHOR: Kita
AUTHOR NOTES: Original Poem

The Shape of a Woman


You think I am round
because I am a woman
Like a question mark or
a mystery for you to solve
Like a bowl, made to hold
things you get to put inside
If I am round it is not for you
My round stomach nourishes me
My round breasts nourished my son
You can nurture your own godamn self
I am a straight line: an exclamation point
The heel of my stilletto aimed for your head
The endless parade of the poor to the clinics
you want to shut down because the shape of
your body gave you entitlement as birthright
While the shape of mine means I must shout
in small words so you understand: No, I said.
No, I will not sit down; I will not stand this
I will not shut up so you feel comfortable
I will not be a lady when you are not a
fucking gentlemen. I will never stop
shouting my piece until the day that
the statistics change: one in four,
every fifteen seconds, 90 million
When only I get to choose for
myself, when after dark is no
longer a scary place, when
there is mainstream porn
made just to please me, then
maybe maybe I will want
to be soft and round again.
But not for you. Because
even then you will not
have earned the right to
ask permission to touch
my body. Not even then.




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