My Short Skirt
from Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues
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 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 cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see or pass or feel to live inside
My short skirt is not 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 tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt i
is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt
is a liberation
flag the women’s army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina’s country.
My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry 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 i
is initiation
appreciation
excitation.
But mainly…
my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine
Mine.
Mine.
ME: this is one great entry i copied from the site of clementinecannibal. i feel ashamed though because i still haven’t read or watched plays of that "the vagina monolouges" and i remembered it was been played at Aquinas University i guess three years ago.. and i was stupid then (well, i didn’t say that im not anymore), and so i let the opportunity passed… hehe sayang. ^^
