Water
I followed the others
to the Women’s Baths
this place, exclusive
for women, to dip into
the ocean, to float in the
salt, the water that healsI followed the others
all of us chatting about
the day that had us immersed
in the words and now
the water to wash the
thoughts, to cleanse,
to refreshI thought “why a place for
Women’s only?”
I was confident, I was fine
on the beach for all humans
and then the water held me
safely, quietly, away from
the eyes that are trained to
not see me, to only see my flesh
the cursory evaluation of whether
I am worthy of any attention at all,
not for my soul, or my wit,
or my deep opinions on justice
or growth, but for how much flesh
sits on my chest,
not the weight of my wisdom
or the size of my solutionsAnd I realised I have been
trained to fear men
trained to keep myself safe
trained to stay in the light
when walking home in darkness
moulded for likeability
to stay out of harm’s wayAnd I floated in this water
of acceptance
in the water of myself
in the water with
the topless woman
who chose to swim
with a hat onIf air is thought
and water emotion
what is fog?And how could I
use this merging
to change
the world?
© Tanya Southey
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