No, I do not wear petticoats,
my curves subdued by starch and bone.
Rather, I am joyful, basking
in ferocity, freedom
to wear red satin corsets or
grease-stained flannel and know
all the while
my hips flare just the same.
.
No, I am not bitter, angry at men,
but rather, grateful to all the women
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