Female Pronouns, Please. Natasha Dennerstein
You limp your way to womanhood,
trying on images and stereotypes like
garments—shedding blood-stained ribbon
gauze and sequins—earning the hard way
the right to call yourselves woman,
utilizing synthesized hormones
(pregnant mare’s urine)
to slough off your skins of acquired
masculinity to reveal the underlying
female, to shed, to shed to be the woman
within, to earn the title woman,
to be she, to be she, to be she.
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