a.k.a. The Day Feminism Crawled Out The Back Door
“Sahi maal hai” they said,
as they walked down the street,
breezing by me
waiting patiently for a dear friend.
An item of hormonal desire with the appropriate anatomy.
I heard their voices float back,
let the words wash over me,
feeling only the merest of twinges
penetrating the numbness.
And I, who rant till kingdom come,
feminist until I’m blue in the face,
applaud women for whirling around and giving back,
let the words float away into the ether,
too weary to care.
And ensured that some other woman
in another time and place
will be called ‘maal’,
solely on the basis
of what exists between her legs.