Victorian era

Looking like a shining penny
out of place in the dark
wasting precious moments
straightening my corset.
The ribbons come undone
to chase my back with tremors.

I wait and wonder
if I can catch my breath
or pass out like a couch.
Wasting away for beauty
I never once needed
or wanted.

I wait and wonder
when this eye will be regarded
as something more than face
and something more than sex.

I wait, and I wonder, deeply embarrassed.
To be treated as chatal, a belonging,
no more important than a chair
or bauble.
Do I amuse?

Anger fills my breast
but once more I am struck mute
by convention that says
my words do not count
for I have no penis between my legs.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

2 thoughts on “Victorian era

  1. wow!!!

    this definitely has a strong pulse to it. It literally throbbed as I was reading. Quite rendering in fact.

    “I wait, and I wonder, deeply embarrassed,
    to be treated as chatal, a belonging,
    no more important than a chair,
    or bauble,
    do I amuse?”

    absolutely found so much validity in this stanza.
    great scribe!!!

  2. Thank you. I am glad you commented. It means a lot so know my words convey correctly.

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