By: Olivia Handoko
Smith College, MA, USA
That rule was begging to be broken
Y’know the one about women?
Of conformity for cat calls and
Gift-wrapped shoulders and legs?
How about “no” to breastfeeding?
How about “whore” for “too revealing”?
I’m sick of these notions, they’re too unappealing.
I am a nonconformist of a woman
The one that daunts you in your wake.
Come at me with your “don’ts” for women–
I’ll show you my scars of everyday crusades.
I’ve battled tirades of piercing tongues;
Of sharp fingers engraved into skins.
I’m supposed to be hidden beneath them
Because I walk like I’m a woman
Because I walk like a human being.
But I stomp these woman feet of mine
To tell you “That ain’t gonna be me,”
Nor will it be any woman in this world
‘Cause that rule was begging to be broken
When women marched for gender equality.