are you my
sweet, gentle
come hither
conspiracy?

are you a
packaged urban image
invoking young minds
to greater plasticity?

are you my
mother’s daughter?

whom arrived on
this earth with me
and all my
inadequate musculature
feeling duty bound
to protect

if wishes were snow globes
i would whisper
kathy, danielle and you
sitting upon
a shelf somewhere
in the brightest lit room
of a home i own
where you should know
winter or summer
or some other
favored season
altogether
for your glorious
forever

but

would that
be better?

would that offer
any more possibility
for searching that
growing uncertainty
of your newfound womanly?

perhaps you came
already prepared
(wo)manifesting
some form of jiujitsu
that might redirect
the energy aimed
at you
channeling it
into the path
of your choosing

stefani germanotta
has placed
far more of her
meaty wares
upon display

they call
it a
masterpiece
of artistic
marketing
musical genius
in a creative
costume

why are you
not showered
with such
unearned praise?

you’ve
idolistic adoration
or undeserved invective

where is there
nuance here?

are you my
wayward girlchild
whom i wish would speak
with the voice
of my own selection?

*whisper*

are you secretly
a doll
i would seek
to put
in my own
collection?

do you own
my disdain
because i actually
read you
opposed to
revolutionary
idealism
or because
i am an ideologue
protecting
my eyes
from being
attracted by your
sexual projection?

can i name you sexy
(or abdicate any desire
to name you at all)
and still advocate
that women
need an
expanded array
of loud voices?

is there any
internal contradiction?

you are not
a woman sized
chessboard
upon which
we should
wage war
for decreasing
cultural gain

you are a
girlwomanladysisterdaughter
still growing
perhaps we
should refrain
from rendering
judgement
until the tree
has all
of its branches

for we too
once were
saplings withering
in the wind

and we all
are still oaks
only a slight bit
aged
searching for
the direction
of the light

we

still hold
the possibility
of shrinking
away from our future

we

are still feeble
in need
of some massaging
of our
human inconsistency
but we should not
force you wear
those trappings
on our behalf.

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