I would like to be
a bit more toward normal, ordinary, unnoticed
because when we hold hands
bubbles appear above their heads
they say without moving their mouths
she’s a lesbian?
what a shame.
a terrible loss
I bet her father sexually abused her
surely some man really mistreated her
don’t you remember how strange she was as a kid?
Do you think she watched me closely when we went swimming as teenagers? Gross!
I always thought she looked at me in a weird way. didn’t you?
I feel uncomfortable around her, (she’s not like us).
And so I do not
book double rooms in some hotels
for the stares of receptionists cleave my good intention into bitter twine
I do not cup your hand in mine on every street
sometimes I let go, when I see a certain type of glance
I see their flickering of disgust
read like braille, the unsaid words
Disgusting waste of a female!
Around their pursed ashen mouths
as they talk about their dishonest children
as they talk about their cheating boyfriend’s and husband’s
the new grandchild, the latest form of contraception you
don’t even have to take it every day.
Even Plath and Sexton might have
raised an eyebrow and shuddered it was
so deeply entrenched to be judging even among
fine minds. When I read about you Radcliffe
I clutched the paper so tightly I thought I tore
your very sentiments out of print into my
aching lonesome chest.
I wear my hair long as a justifying act
I don’t use communal changing rooms
in case you think I’m looking at you, or worse, why
aren’t you looking? Why didn’t you desire me? IS
a woman who loves another woman supposed to
be the poster child? I don’t want my photo published
next to your intolerance and dissatisfaction in
your moldy marital beds just leave me well alone
I’m doing my thing, it’s not part of yours
don’t flatter yourself, just don’t flatter yourself
you’re not my type.
I know what you think, when I say I’m a feminist
you think; well those types usually are
I want to buy you flowers and bring them to your office
I want to propose a wedding no-one would attend
because people don’t think we’re the same as they are
we’re just girls who haven’t met the right guy
wounded, unnatural birds with confused identity
our parents lament us like Thalidomide babies born
without limbs, bespoken to no-one
if they could, they wouldn’t talk about us at all.
I couldn’t go to some countries, with you on my arms
they’d stone us for who we are
and I’d carry the stones in my mouth and walk into a lake
before I expressed my shame
my shame at being natural
and not quite
natural enough for
31 thoughts on “Not quite natural enough”
I’m usually thinking, when I see people holding hands, “Woot! Love! Rock on”
So many are blinkered like an easily spooked horse by the habits of their tribe that they take to be the laws of nature and cannot see how very wide the world of what is natural really is.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Being Natural
Beautifully written, Candice! It’s so very sad that the world can still be like this, that women still have to experience this kind of discrimination and attitude from closed-minded judgmental jerks. P.S. I would not only attend your wedding, I would perform it!
There is no such thing as normal! And I, personally, love you just the way you are!! ❤
Reading this reminds me why sometimes, I was so afraid of coming out and why any intimacy or interactions with women were always behind closed doors. I remember the utter shame I used to feel.
You do that well, stir up feelings in others with your words. This is an incredibly moving poem, Candice.
It’s the hair, right? 😋
Thank you ❤️ it’s just important to keep reminding that life is still filled with quiet prejudices
Hahaha!!! I like to write on important subjects that receive not enough attention. Everyone thinks it’s easy now. But there are quiet prejudices everywhere.
Thank you so much brother 💞
Well why do you think you’re one of my favorite people in existence?
Well said my friend as only you can say ❤️
Agreed but not at the cost of putting down what is brilliant in you! ❤
I did have a bit of help with the idea from George Bernard Shaw –
“Forgive him, for he believes that the customs of his tribe are the laws of nature!”
Great writing Candice. It goes to the very heart of the issue! Always look forward to reading your work x
Well, that’s certainly a factor too😁
Lol, that’s what I thought
Thank you so much. I hope for a day with no shame
And the fact that we’re twins in different bodies 😉
Its long and brown with silver streaks! All natural, 😋
Although the hair . ..
A rare thing my handsome fella
Sure, I get compliments, but its a pain and that’s kinda the point. To force my awareness to my own physicality
Ah. I get it. I am blind to mine 😉
And also, I like getting the compliments ❤️
Thank you so very much dearest
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