A First-Class Woman

Cold
Tired
Watching first-class people
Get first-class service
In rows
Directly in front of me
Listening
To weary discontent
In my heart Read the rest of this entry »

Cold
Tired
Watching first-class people
Get first-class service
In rows
Directly in front of me
Listening
To weary discontent
In my heart Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 1988–nearly 27 years ago.
I gave this at a seminary women’s dinner during Women’s History Week.
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When I was growing up, I sought the approval of men.
I thought that if I did things just right,
They wouldn’t mind so much that I was born female.
They wouldn’t treat me the way they treated other women. Read the rest of this entry »