Identifying A Woman

Far be it from me to tell you

What a woman is or isn’t

Because even the act of living it

Leaves ambiguities.

 

Do you believe identities

Are something we experience internally

Or something we’re assigned

By nature or how we’re perceived?

 

There are hormones and chromosomes,

Patriarchial structures and feminine superstitions,

Poems and stories devoted to Goddesses,

And those who break away from all traditions.

 

Desire, lust, and expectation,

Something defining or something latent?

A human being entrenched in Image

Or a depth of feeling you simply experience?

 

That which is not man

Or that which is only artificial,

A culture, a gender, a sexual character,

Someone you recognize but can’t quite decipher.

 

Style, substance, intuition,

A history of subversion and subjugation,

A relationship with words like “beautiful” or “pretty,”

The feeling of being prized or hunted.

 

A mystery, a darkness,

A power not delicate but malleable at the edges,

A subject that either fits you or doesn’t

But not a thing that can ever be taken or given.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Captivating Commercial Saga

Awareness and arousal

Awoke unto an immersive square,

Pastel polished pixels

Spoke in motions posed with glare,

Entreating eager eyes

Into a cavalcade of myths,

Beseeching supple minds

To discover what they wish.

Dreams on silver screens,

A corporate cultural sensation.

Breeding entertainment,

Feed suckling lips of generations.

Memory and retention,

Daily dramas with prescription padding.

Models and role-plays

Impactful stories told for selling.

Tele-moral notification,

Digital lives live no less lies.

Captivating commercial saga,

Eyes achieve ends as characters live and die.