[I don’t mind insects – as long as they keep their distance!]
Butterflies, ladybugs
dragonflies and yellow-gold bees –
Please don’t land on me!
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Monthly Archives: February 2015
Dude – a poem for Caty
[My daughter is tall and often gets call “dude” or “sir.” She’s good at keeping her head and giving the speaker the benefit of the doubt – but when she’s in heels and earrings – come on.]
Dude
Did you call me that, because my hair is short?
Because I wear combat boots and jeans? Or was is my loose t-shirt – no cleavage as a clue?
Yes – I take a D cup – which you should know from staring at my chest. It doesn’t take that long to decipher the logo or words or picture. Was it because I dared to stare back?
Did you call me that, because I’m tall and broad-shouldered? Does is make you feel better when you’re looking up at me and I’m looking down at you?
Is it because I’m strong? Because I don’t fit in the mold of petite, dainty, feminine human? Because I didn’t step back when you invaded my space? Because I didn’t bat my lashes and coo at you?
Didn’t you see a woman?
Smart, sharp, witty, not scared of what you are?
Because when I look in the mirror, that’s the reflection I see.
Maybe you need to take a longer look at yours.
