This summer I could grow my hair
Shaggy pits, fuzzy pins and spider-legs down there
Show the kids what a real woman looks like
But the idea fills me with fright
Because of so many cultural tunes
And tho I wish myself immune,
There’s all this baggage in body follicles
Where smooth implies wherewithal
To deal with life: as woman and mother dear
While hairy says I’M NOT COPING, I fear
It shouldn’t be such a big deal
Yet, to me, the struggle is real
And I wish I was braver, to ditch the shaver…
Shallow, vain or just being ‘normal’?
Ugh! Even writing all this feels awful.
I’m doing National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge was to write a poem that includes a line you’re afraid to write. I’m not sure there’s one line here but the subject matter is something I’ve often wanted to write about but have felt uncomfortable with, so I guess I’m facing that fear! Not my best poem but perhaps a good challenge nonetheless.