No Longer
No longer will I be shamed into hating
my jello jiggling thighs
my eye corner crow’s feet
my veiny opisthenar
No longer will I be shamed into hating
my mastectomy scar
my one breasted body
my unreconstructed chest
No longer will I be shamed by a society that finds
old ugly
gray dull
wrinkles disgusting
Instead I
laugh with the crones while my crows feet crinkle
dance with abandon while my loose parts sway
revel with the wild things at dawn
hug trees and howl at the moon
I will not be an invisible old woman for you
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Yes! Love this!
love the line “laugh with the crones while my crows feet crinkle”
yes! this line is amazing! great poem!
Good for you!
!!!!
Huzzah!
Beautiful strength here! Words of inspiration and delight.
PS I will never look at jello the same again!
Your last line packs a damn powerful punch! I’m 68 and in the process of embracing my wisdom years. I definitely hear you.
Love this. It is wonderful and so are you.
Preach strength and joy!
Yessss!
Love the use of ‘No Longer’– pounds the point and love your delicious:
Instead I
laugh with the crones while my crows feet crinkle
dance with abandon while my loose parts sway
revel with the wild things at dawn
hug trees and howl at the moon
I will not be an invisible old woman for you
That last line is perfect for this empowering declaration. I love the use of repetition.