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“Party Dress for a First Born”
By Rita Dove
Headless girl so ill at ease on the bed,
I know, if you could, what you’re thinking of:
nothing. I used to think that, too,
whenever I sat down to a full plate
or unwittingly stepped on an ant.
When I ran to my mother, waiting radiant
as a cornstalk at the edge of the field,
nothing else mattered: the world stood still.
Tonight men stride like elegant scissors across the lawn
to the women arrayed there, petals waiting to loosen.
When I step out, disguised in your blushing skin,
they will nudge each other to get a peek
and I will smile, all the while wishing them dead.
Mother’s calling. Stand up: it will be our secret.
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You can’t change that system by just getting your own rights, tinkering with the engine and leaving. You have to take on the whole machine.
--Riki Anne Wilchins
Hold on to the lessons, let go of the pain.
--Leslie Feinberg
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