At The Market
Today while at the market I heard
a most skeptical remarking word
about the tattoo behind my ear –
“Do you know it’s there, my dear?”
The asker proved an elderly man
and I so young at twenty-three
could only smile and reply
“yes,” most delightful and politely.
“You were drunk that night?”
the old man asked, and I just laughed if off.
“No, I planned this pawprint,” I smiled,
But still the man, he scoffed.
“You volunteered?” he said incredulously
so I smiled and laughed again.
“Yes, it’s a memory,” I explained.
“Identity in my skin.”
Perhaps I am just an upstart
Or perhaps he is just rude,
But my appearance is not his call.
In the end, he’s just some dude.
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Poem: At The Market
5 Julsource
At The Market
Today while at the market I heard
a most skeptical remarking word
about the tattoo behind my ear –
“Do you know it’s there, my dear?”
The asker proved an elderly man
and I so young at twenty-three
could only smile and reply
“yes,” most delightful and politely.
“You were drunk that night?”
the old man asked, and I just laughed if off.
“No, I planned this pawprint,” I smiled,
But still the man, he scoffed.
“You volunteered?” he said incredulously
so I smiled and laughed again.
“Yes, it’s a memory,” I explained.
“Identity in my skin.”
Perhaps I am just an upstart
Or perhaps he is just rude,
But my appearance is not his call.
In the end, he’s just some dude.
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Tags: appearance, choice, commentary, criticism, decision, elderly man, feminism, feminist, identity, independent, liberation, mansplain, market, old man, physical, poem, poetry, satirical, tattoo, Victorian