Lovely Penguin

I’m not much for labels, but this is a poem I wrote a while ago from a quasi-”feminist” perspective. Please feel free to post your comments.

by marie gordon

Do I have a ball and chain
On my ankle
You must have mistook me
For an inmate

What is a womb
That disgusting thing
That cultures bacteria
That swells with delirium

Does this seed
Make me look fat
You must have mistaken me
For a mammal

What is a womb
That unhealing wound
That vile disease
That pitiful, hideous tomb

Am I handicapped
Less than a man
Or am I more than a man
Can he decide

What is a womb
That, with shame, grows
A woman and her babe
But a fly on man’s nose

Pity me, pity me
Because I am woman
Woman and a half
Never more than a man

What is a womb
That vile degradation
That summons all frowns
And spawns all creation

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