THE GIRLS CHANGING ROOM

Rid of modesty.
Everybody’s sweat touches one another’s;
Accidental intimacy.

Benches, turned backs, the embarrassment suffered
By physicality: stray hairs, blotched skin bare.
Discarded uniforms and head-scarves.

Undiscovered, proud, cowering under God’s glare.
Femininitys enthralling dark hair, the undeserved shame.
Shaved especially for showcase, the mirror’s stare.

Body can’t be politics or blame,
Hormones, competition, bones under the bed, sick in the sink.
Modest or exhibitionist, know this: your body is not their game.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “THE GIRLS CHANGING ROOM

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s