Based upon some interest from yesterday I post something from the same source without further comment (I added the picture because everyone likes a picture).
It is, once again, a clearly feminist perspective (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) but a little less confronting than yesterday’s offering I think.
It came to me with no title but ‘Reflection’ seems suitable ….
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Look. Don’t stare
I’m not invisible
But I don’t care
To be an invention
Of desire
Of thoughts that conspire
To recreate
Denigrate
I am not an image
From a magazine
To be seen
As paper thin
Nothing within
For I am more than skin
Deep.
So don’t peep
This is not perfection
Nor rejection
So much unknown
Just look
At me
So that you might see
More than your own
Reflection
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Richmond Road 
It makes me think of projection, a defense mechanism where you project your own faults onto someone else! 😮 Very deep!!
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I took it to be about the idea of being created by someone else’s desires rather than the reality of the actual person. I think it makes more sense to me than the other one, but I may have it all wrong.
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Oh, that makes sense, too! Well, good art is subjective in its interpretations!
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So is bad art. That is sometimes the problem.
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I like your poem!! 🙂 YAY!
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Mmmmm. I do like it!!
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I never liked the leers or the whistles but it was the molestations that were the real invasions … grabbing a strangers body parts is really not on!
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Are you dead?
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Close enough
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Being close to death isn’t allowed! 😀
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I think
This
Person
Line breaks
Too
Much
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