Ordinary Elegance, leoboudo: My Short Skirt - by Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

leoboudo: My Short Skirt - by Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues →

benimsevgili:

Today, while trying to choose something to wear, I couldn’t help thinking about all the harassment I would be the target of out on the street if I wore a miniskirt.

Is that going to make me wear something else?

No. I would be harassed if I wore a spacesuit, anyway.

I love myself in a miniskirt. I look good and feel good and nothing will spoil that.

It is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women’s army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina’s country.

My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.

I really want to see The Vagina Monologues performed or perform it at our school