So I got to hang out with Jenn for the first time in forever! I saw her for all of 5 minutes as I was leaving the A&M/t.u. game during Thanksgiving...and that was just a chance happening! We had so much to catch up on, and afterwards, I kept thinking of the poem by Sandra Cisneros called "Loose Women." We are two crazy chicas....hee hee. Enjoy!
They say I’m a beast.
And feast on it. When all along
I thought that’s what a woman was.
They say I’m a bitch.
Or a witch. I’ve claimed
The same and never winced.
They say I’m a macha, hell on wheels,
viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone,
man-hating, devastating,
boogey-woman lesbian.
Not necessarily, but I like the compliment.
The mob arrives with sticks and stones
To maim and lame and do me in.
All the same, when I open my mouth
They wobble like gin.
…
By all accounts I’m a danger to society.
I’m Pancha Villa.
…
I strike terror among the men.
I can’t be bothered what they think.
!Que se vayan a la ching chang chong!
For this, the cross, the calvalry.
In other words, I’m anarchy.
…
I’m an aim-well,
shoot-sharp,
sharp-tongued,
sharp-thinking,
fast speaking,
foot-loose,
loose-tongued,
let-loose,
woman-on-the-loose
loose woman.
Beware, honey.
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