Don’t make me
Don’t make me explain
one more time
why i don’t shave my legs.
Let me remind you
boys don’t do it.
Don’t tell me its unhygienic.
Don’t make me
stand here before you
self-objectifying; defending
my right to make this choice,
and the difficulty
living up to it.
It isn’t, like you say,
a decision
about which side of the fence
to sit on,
because
in your eyes
there isn’t a choice
between shaving and not shaving:
a woman
who doesn’t shave
isn’t a woman at all.
