Shame

The scale

Tara Star poetry

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Poetry on a postcard

Man repellent

My maths teacher made comments on my body and wiggled his tongue
Feel shame about saying that..
I’m the one that doesn’t belong
If I use that as an example, then later speak about other, separate things that have happened in my life
Events seem unbelievable
Too much, almost..
but, No, they happen
‘Experiences’ are rife

Women have multiple incidents of harassment, but instinctively we play them down
Truth, not scaling down for credibility
The mind selects an informing moment
You just mention just the first one it found

Big picture, the scale of it, sounds unbelievable
And we wouldn’t be believed
Just because one person in younger life was a bully, say
Doesn’t mean I’m not twice deceived

Perhaps I’m a woman ‘complaining’
Stories trapped that I don’t list..
What is it about me that reacted badly?
The way I was shaped, I was deserving of
What is it that I missed?