This was one in a small collection of poems that I sent to a friend of mine who is also an editor. She works for a newspaper back home on the East Coast, and I remember feeling really special because she gave me all these detailed notes and great suggestions. So, I want to give her partial credit for this piece; she rearranged some things and it's a quicker read thanks to her. The line breaks look a little funky to me, but that could just be the whole greeting card experience thing.
NPM #14
"Stereotype"
A gentleman asked me once
if I was a feminist.
As I lifted my arm
to scratch my head and ponder his question,
exposing the mane beneath my shoulder,
He told me never mind.
Said he already knew
the answer.
***
I just realized how ironic it is that I refer to the male at the beginning of this piece as a "gentleman". In real life, I'd probably give him a far less savory title. Ha!
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2 comments:
this is funny.
why, thank you. (i thought it was just me.)
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