what of Womanhood

is the simple stuff 

of silly little girls

scribbling rainbows

on crumpled paper, 

with dreams

of gilded tresses, 

teasing warm wind?

of fair skin 

and mauve apple cheeks?

it paints a fairytale 

of right, white, cis, and slight

knights, muscular masculine

saviors 

in horses or in heavens.

of oneness, 

that exists, only in complement 

and in compliments

of looks and wombs.

it excludes discreetly, concretely–unruly outsiders

born or bred into opposing folklore