He asked me, 'what do you want?'
'You don't want to know what I
Want', was my reply.
'Yes, I do. I want to know what you want so that I know why you're being so difficult.'
I asked him, 'difficult? Difficult!? Do you really want to know what
I want? Do you really?'
'Yes, I do', was his retort.
'Well, I want a black dress', is
All I said.
Surprised; he asked, 'a black
Dress?'
'Yes, a black dress.'
'I want a black dress.
I want it to look so 'slimsy and
Cheap' that it has crimson
Splashes so much they look
Like taints of dried up blood
Because I want it to confirm
Your worst fears about me.
I want a black dress.
I want it to look so 'slimsy
And cheap' that Mr. Stangle and
His male friends gasp as I walk down the street by their bakery
Store because it's 'too much',
Because it's too 'immodest',
Because it's 'not up-to-standard',
Because it is 'too revealing' Because it's 'not what a
Respectable girl should be wearing'.
I want a black dress.
I want it to look 'slimsy
And cheap' because it is sleeveless and backless. I want
My tits to hang out; I want my excess skin to hang out.
Oh yes, I want it with a sledge so
Long it's right up to my ass and
My stretch marks and cellulite
Are exposed.
When I get my 'slimsy and
Cheap' black dress, I will store
And praise the precious garment
It is because one day I will
Pull it out of my closet
And let it clad me like my own
Skin. It'll look so sexy on me I
Will want to stare at my
Reflection at every store window I pass because I can't get over my
Drop-dead gorgeous body.
It'll be the goddamn dress I am
Buried in.
When I get my black dress, I will
Kill and bury all the insecurities And self hate I acquired from the World's 'slimsy and cheap' Misogyny.
That's what I want- an end to
Misogyny.'
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