My anatomy is political

Is it?

I use it to take up space

stomp in the supermarket

cry on the bus

I was afraid to be political

having an opinion

was like armpit hair

= not hot

Feminity is an artifice,

an achievement

My biceps are not artificial

And I don’t know if they are

an achievement coz I find them quite unfeminine

till I need to carry all these unmanaged expectations

Iris Young

says

“a space seems to surround women in imagination which they are hesitant

to move beyond”

Little girls

In pretty boxes

Brush their hair

Off their faces

whilst keeping their arm

firmly by their side

I see femininity lifting weights

She’s squatting

and grunting

and squinting

and spitting

strong bulky babeness

in a grubby t-shirt