A speech act is uttered
And F is marked onto a document
And so
So pretty
Says a mother
So precious
Says a nurse
So quiet
Says a father
Our little girl
Say the parents, lovingly, to each other.
And so on and so forth
Until she can look in the mirror
And say with uncertainty
On her own to herself
So pretty
So precious
So quiet
And so on and so forth
Until she can look out
At the world
At images of a woman
So beautiful
So blonde
So effortless
Whose bright eyes, deep pools
Capture the imagination
With one look
But who utter very little
From the bright lights of their towering heights
From the smooth page of their glossy print
From their amorous gaze towards the hero
An image, which fails to resonate.

How much violence will a round hole
Enact onto a square peg
In this inescapable context

And so
A speech act is uttered

I am not a woman
I am not a woman
I am not a woman
I am not a woman.