My Short Skirt is not an invitation
a provocation, an indication
that i want it or give it, or that i hook
My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you to rip it off me
or pull it down
My short skirt is not a legal reason
for raping me although it has been before
it will not hold up in the new court
My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
is about discovering the power of my lower calves
about coll autumn air travelling up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see or pass or fell to live inside
My short skirt is not a proof that I am stupid or undecided or a malleable little girl
My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it or tome it down,
get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground
I am here and I am hot
My short skirt is a liberation flag in the women's army
I declare these street, any streets my vagina's country.
My short skirt is turquoise water with swimming colored fish
a summer festival in the stray dark
a bird calling, a train arriving in a foreign town
My short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is initiation, appreciation, excitation
But mainly my short skirt and everything under it
is MINE, MINE and only MINE!!
-Vagina Monologue-
* this one is for the great politician with regards to the AirAsia uniform statement...really, if you have nothing to say, just don't bother saying anything...cause you end up making a great fool of yourselves..
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