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Sea Turtle
by Angela ThomasI am forgetting how to be a straightforward woman, forgetting
how to bat my eyes coyly and lie through my rouge, slightly parted,
and dewey lips. I have the strength, the armour of a skilled
business man. My shell has solidified and the soft insides that once
covered my whole body have turned hard and unreachable. I am
a mature sea turtle. My boss told me yesterday that I will do incredible
things, I am that kind of person, but my most difficult obstacle to overcome
will be the fact that I will always be younger than the people that work,
and will continue to work, directly under me. I looked him flat in the eye
and I said, I know. But, my biggest hurdle really is the fact that I'm a woman
and it has nothing to do with age. Age I can fake, I can lie, I can hide,
I can dress, I can earn respect. My breasts, my hair, my lips, my eyes,
my cunt, my scent, my dimples. I cannot hide the fact that I am a woman,but I will
raise myself to the level of a man and expect no less respect than if I was one. 07/08/2006 Posted on 07/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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