Pink Slips

We used to wear

A Baby Doll

Because there was a he

Who wanted us to be

His.

Baby Doll.

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We used to wear

An uplifter

Rib tickler

Bra

Because there were so many he's

That wanted us to be

Theirs.

Baby Dolls.

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We used to shrink ourselves

Wear micro skirts

Bulemic heels.

Tucking here.

Sucking there.

Speaking low

Stroking just so

Tickling the keys

Of flatteries

Of egos gone dry

Of ids gone awry.

We twirled.

We girled.

We unfurled

the flag

Of heroic male

Ness.

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What a mess.

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Were we 24600?

Condemned for stealing

A loaf of kindness?

Fired for pointing out

Ethical blindness?

Derided.

Outsided.

The unlikes

Of overgrown tykes.

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Ah, but they missed

The crisp cress

Of good

Ness.

The nessies of lore

Bewitching scores

Of cryptozoology

Troubadours.

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They can't find us

Understand us

Even stand us.

We know.

We stand

Tall.

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Today

Les Ms

Is

At the top of the heap

Soaring higher.

Scoring higher.

Roaring, exploring,

Drenched in desire.

Mach waving

Shock waving.

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Watch out below.

c. Corinne Whitaker 2014