some things i nodded to
some things made me sorrowfully shake my head
but mostly i believe i scraped through
my best friend in school; we would sit on each others’ knees waiting for assembly
some boy once called us dykes but i didn’t know
what that would mean, until much later
i knew that i could not be a mother at 20
unlike my mother who [i’m assuming in 1959]
had no choice.
i think that’s when things may have started to go wrong for her
that fucking Freud & his devotees
the problem lies not with women but society
when i realised what the problem was i felt better
relieved; i felt
that all the tree climbing & wearing black t-shirts
& square boots
all the scribbling in secret books
& the way i used sex to land my first real job
haha the joke could have been on me
but it was not.
written whilst reading ‘The Female Eunuch’.