Feminism
Feminism
I was about to leave for a tinder date.
I felt a little anxious looking at the mirror.
The dress fitted alright.
A little too alright, perhaps.
I don’t have much belly fat really.
Just a bloating problem.
A little too much of a bloating problem, perhaps.
I look three months pregnant after having like a full glass of water.
I wondered if I would be able to hold my breath in for the whole time I’m with him.
I was getting late, so I left.
On the way, I kept telling myself -
“You can do this, girl.”
“You breathe alright
While passing by wide-open eyes,
Not breathing in the misogyny
Not letting it choke you.
Feminism - the pepper spray in your bag.
Girl, you are surviving just alright
In this city
Where the air is polluted with patriarchy.
Feminism - that pollution mask you wear when you’re out (alone), covers up to half your pretty face alright.
You are living just fine
In a home so suffocating
'Your dress is too short'
'It’s too late to be out'
'Stay away from boys'
Feminism- the window in your room.”
I reach the cafe,
Walk up to his table,
Holding my breath.
I keep telling myself
'Girl you can do this'.
'You can hold your breath just alright'
I sit across him
And I let go of my breath
I realize
Feminism- the tabletop right above my bloated belly- letting me breathe.