Never Ask a Woman Her Age
A reactionary poem to a certain TV interview.
Never ask a woman her age.
Not because its rude in itself,
But because depending on her stage
More questions will tumble down the shelf.
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Married in her 40's
"Why are there no kids yet?"
Single in her 30's
"Desperate to get married, I bet."
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Fabulous in her 50's
"You look great! For your age...
There's no way that's natural.
We all know that you're no mage."
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When you're in your teens
And a creep comes along:
"I can't wait 'till your older,
we could have so much fun."
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The 20's are enigmas
Never knowing what you'll get.
Varying from "You're just a baby",
To "Your act should be straight".
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So don't say it's not sexist.
Wanting a number might not be.
But the painful words that follow
Surely are, you see?
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Life bombarded by critics.
What we do what we wear.
Who we love and when.
Our image ready to tear.
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It's not like it's a secret.
It's not like you can't know.
But next time you decide to ask
Know what we undergo.
About the Creator
Angie Loveday
An asexual Costa Rican filmmaker and writer fumbling her way through words, hoping to make some sense to the netizens. You can follow me online @ang_lovestheday
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