New Feminism

Would you believe the heights of collars those days?
These skateboards with breasts,
Trophies for the phallic sex-
Have opened their mouths
Closed off their entryways.

Our Gentlemen scoff and pat
The hands of women stuffed up
With children and chiffon;
Later, to be choking on his pride,
On her suffering-
-Her sufferage.

They dreamed
Of power-
Oh...did they.

May we confess our womanhood?

We have fought to replace it
With higher heels,
Plunging necklines,
Bigger Breasts,
Pin thick waists...

Here I think equality
Wouldn't you know?

I was getting my nails done
When I forgot to vote.