“The knees are the ugliest part in a woman”
So said my grandmother
And I believed her

Ugly feas feas

Eunuchs, blind and bold
castrated early out of
their will to seduce

Smiling toothless
bland and fat
stupid and sad

Trapped midway down my legs
they are clogs, idiotic and tender
committed always to serve

Facile, shivering, naive
they show-up under my skirts
shameless wanting needy

Go back where you belong!
Retract to the dark room
of unfulfilled desire

Shut up and cry
the mute tantrums of the ugly
who do not matter

who do not count
who do not shine nor learn
and will never be heard.

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