my poem titled “Unholy “X””

feminism, poem, poetry, writing

Crossed legs disguising short hem lines

Avert wandering eyes

With the illusion of false modesty

They are the unholy “X”

A gateway to some alluring nirvana

Shrouded behind some small talk

A few drinks bought at a bar

Some offering deemed worthy enough

To unlock the gates and permit you entry

And as you pass the threshold

You realize those gates are far from pearly

That they were nothing more

Than a shadow dancing behind a partition

A flimsy attempt to keep intruders at bay

But you’re not complaining

-Collins

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