A Poem in Response to Those Who Argue that my Desire
to Purposefully Remove my Breasts is an Anti-Feminist Notion
Keep in mind I weigh a buck eighty five
and this is not about a desire for less flesh
Keep in mind that celebrating womanhood is a trap
and that the men’s shirts I like to wear
are not conducive to a breast environment
Admit that it is your body that you want me to celebrate
that in fact you want my assurance that your own breasts
are a part of your picture ID card at the woman club.
What a paradise it is to not think in halves but tops and bottoms
I’m all man on the top and woman on the bottom
see how that works, all man on the top and woman on the bottom
You may want to inquire about my mind, after all,
we wouldn’t want my mind to me male and it happens to be on top
Mind on top, woman on the bottom
See how that works?
Mind on top and woman on the bottom.
My mind is not a man. In fact, my mind
hates my man because my man is trying to be on top
and mind is on top, mind has to be on top
You still want to me to tell you what I would call myself then
being all man on the top and woman on the bottom
You still want me to name it, to name
what my vagina and breast-less chest
would mean or be called, and I say, You do it. After all,
it is you who have been naming me all along.
-Stacey Waite
Come hear Stacey Waite and Susanna Childress read their poetry October 6 at 7pm in Beaverdale Books! The reading is FREE and open to the public. "Like" us on Facebook at Younger American Poets Reading Series for more information about upcoming readings!
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