The Corset I wish that I had been a suffragette, chained Myself to railings for the right to vote And fight and drink and smoke Uncorseted. And yet, It is not my figure But my life that Is constricted At the Waist The Whalebone Rigour of Mother, Wife Kept me straightlaced. Those domestic ties are Loosening now, as duty’s rigid Hooks and eyes no longer meet and I Can breathe again. But sloughing off this skin Is bittersweet, for will
I recognise the girl within?
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