Half a century and more
living as a woman
in the Western democratic world
I wear no burkah
no hijab
yet, I am invisible
unless I choose
the age illusions -
chemical poisons to dye my hair
botoxin bubbles under my skin
collagen to puff my lips
implanted silicone
or starvation,
to look ‘years younger'
thin and wrinkle free -
to hold some
objective existence
in this man's world.
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