A Poem On Women’s Thighs, Anyone?
- JWB Post
- September 15, 2015
Listen to Desireé Dallagiacomo telling you about her powerful thighs, and you won’ regret it.
Desireé, a feminist, presented her poem “Thighs Say” at the Individual World Poetry Slam Finals in Phoenix, Arizona last October. Below are few lines from this influential poem:
“My thighs say thunderous.”
“My thighs say too fat for skinny jeans.”
“My thighs say cellulite.”
“My thighs are always the elephant in the dressing room. My thighs say ‘Feminism, bitch.”
“My thighs say we don’t want your praise man on the street corner, man in the parking garage, man in Walgreen’s while we’re buying tampons.”
“My thighs say we are every man’s wet dream, even when we beg not to be.”
“We don’t know small. Our everything is too big.
“My thighs say leave the lights on, we’ve spent a lifetime hiding. Shake out of this shame. We are the ruthless twins.”
“My thighs say come into this, when we say. This is ours, all of this: Ours.”