Crossed Legs


She escaped responsibility,

fought against stereotypes

that told her she was only

good for late-night rumps

and afternoon quickies.

She lived in the bar toting

her cigarette between

two manicured fingers,

lips pursed breathing smoke

and legs crossed with secrets.

Her stance screamed of whore

even when she spoke otherwise

trying to convince them she

would amount to something

despite all she had to overcome.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: “crossed legs” by Melissa Gayle

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sanctus's picture

Great piece of writing

Great piece of writing

Starward's picture

I applaud the accuracy of the poem's details.