Unlearning

I learned in the back seats of cars
The alcoves of bars
How to please
And how to tease.

I learned at the department store
How to dress to settle the score.
And underneath, my angel side
Learned how to cause a great divide.

A push, a pinch, a tug, a spin
Put pain to the side; upfront, just grin.
I learned my worth, a ratio
Of tits and ass and let it go.

And when you think the game is done,
You spy your girls and know they’ve won.
Those weren’t lessons, they were deceit.
I was fooled, their greatest feat.
Should I just acquiesce to my defeat?
Oh hell no.
#metoo
#timesup

© Irma

One thought on “Unlearning

  1. This poem culminates those you have in this issue—focused on #metoo, but seeing that #timesup. In the “girls,” whom I take to be daughters, we see the next generation successfully embodying #resistance to misogyny. All four of your poems ought to be read together.

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