Short Constrictions Poems

When a woman is a woman 
Her hair color isn’t from a box
There are no hair dyes
Her nails are not acrylic or painted
There are no manicures
Her lips are their own shade of pink 
There is no makeup 
Her skin is golden from the sun 
There are no fake tans 
Her breasts are free from wires
There are no bras 
When a woman is a woman 
There are 
No constrictions
Expectations 
Covering
Hiding
When a woman is a woman 
A true woman
She is just a woman...

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Trappe within my skin, 
trapped within my life.
I live each day within
the same parameters
of responsibility.
I do right
no matter what.

I've done wrong
believing it was right.
Such constrictions, 
such borders, 
leave me no outs, 
no excuses.
I want to explode, 
but suspect implosion
will be my lot.

Where do I get relief
within the boundaries
that I set?

Take a cleansing breath, 
embrace the rules,
embrace the borders
do your dharma...

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