It’s Kind of Funny, How Shaving Started as This Thing That Was All for Female Liberation and Freedom
Raised little mounds
March along my thighs, marking the graves of screaming hair follicles:
The casualties of
A
Painstaking
And Surely Righteous
Genocide.
(See,
I’m not the only one
And
I’m doing it because the tan, gleaming girls on TV told me to
Because if I did this
I’d be
Good and
Wanted
too.
Because nobody wants to be associated with
Impurity.)
[And when my best friend wears shorts,
And because they are an affirmed pacifist,
They find themself confronted by
Nationalists.
And
Patriots.
And
Soldiers.
Who stop them,
Glare,
And demand why hasn’t yet joined the
War
Effort.]