When she awoke – truly and deeply
woke from the sleep induced by testosterone,
drugged with masculinity, weighed down
by society’s down comforter – she looked
to the future as her own. Liberated,
she was called many names. Her favorite dirty
word was feminist, though she would be called
much worse. The word that stuck was independent,
married as it was to happiness, sealed with a kiss,
they lived happily ever after.
(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott
Written in response to the Daily Writing Prompt – August 2019 Feminist Book Title Challenge. Today’s book is The Awakening by Kate Chopin. Join in at the Brave and Reckless Blog.
I remember reading this book years ago in one of my first English classes at UNC and, as one of my first exposures into liberal, feminist art, it made an impression.