Today's workshop took place in Jeffrey Gibson's exhibit Like a Hammer. I wrote a piece that probably had nothing to do with his vision or his message. I simply pressed my pen onto my pad of paper and allowed my hand to follow the lead. Raw and unedited. Enjoy!
Misogynistic Effigy
A quintet, count them, please
Five headless, elegant women
Hanged in misogynistic effigy
Their hips narrowed like
Boys, only the smallest
Remnant of peplum
Decapitated beauties
Sacrificed legs no longer
Needed to support them
Men no longer needed
To support them
No longer in need of men
To bolster girth or worth
Their eulogies painstakingly
Embroidered where their
Breasts once protruded
Chains that had adorned
Their decolletage, now suspend them
In morbid immortality
Personal mission statements
Emblazoned upon the
Cylindrical sameness, mindless memories
Of days. Long past
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