I stopped hiding one day
when it no longer made sense to me
and with me came rage
buried beneath my matching undergarments
and disbelief
contorted by the wonderbra
and they tried
to disregard my anger
as a phase we women have
then they tried
to disregard me
my comfort making them uncomfortable
fearing my clarity could translate to power
(much stronger out of those cute little shoes
that showed the curve of my calves
and the thrust of my pelvis)
and one by one
they closed their eyes to the possibility
and see only darkness
where I still exist