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