Half a century and more
living as a woman
in the Western democratic world

I wear no burkah
no hijab
yet, I am invisible

unless I choose
the age illusions –

chemical poisons to dye my hair
botoxin bubbles under my skin
collagen to puff my lips
implanted silicone

or starvation,
to look ‘years younger’
thin and wrinkle free –

to hold some
objective existence
in this man’s world.

© M.L.Emmett


1 Comment

Filed under Feminism, Poem, Political

One response to “Invisible

  1. depth… i love the way your poetry speaks


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