Womanhood. A noun. A stain you can’t wash out with soap. A wish only made of pink. A flower
mistakenly cut in the garden. He thinks between your legs smells sweet, but you pursue the stink
of an animal decaying in the woods. The shadow that inhabits your bedroom: it’s a dirt road that
leads to nowhere. What else would your femininity search out? The easiest way to be a
daughter?