femininity for me
translates into fear
i only feel like a “woman”
when walking home
in darkness
keys clutched between fingers
arms tight to my chest
no one allowed to see the shadow of my breast
femininity
is too-tight dresses
squished around a body
made like barbie
but desperate to be something
more akin to ken
femininity is a costume
forced onto me
my body wishing for something easier to perform.
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