Saturday, January 7, 2012

♫...I'm just thinking about the red dress...♫


Day 7: What is your favorite poem?

This is more like it! 
Less of me heaving my bosoms at celebrities and fictional characters, and more of me showing you that there is more to me than a whiskey soaked, raving, zombie obsessed, nymphomaniac/fangirl.

I post the video for Pretty by Katie Makkai a LOT, so I'm going to make myself choose something else.
There is another poem that I love just as much. To me, when I read it, it's a rally cry, an anthem, a call to arms, a wake up call to myself to be stronger, to take control, to be the badass that I know I am. 

I hope you enjoy it...

What Do Women Want by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

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