Women's Liberation: Movement

Women’s Liberation: Movement
By Hope VandenAkker

My feet are Barbie feet,
And although they do wander through a magical garden at times,
They do so without the aide of a tiara and stilettos.
Maybe they do slip into short dresses for bedtime,
And even shorter ones for the morning,
But they will not be found waltzing in a synthetic dream,
Through rooms of molded plastic.
Unlike Barbie, my feet can hold me up;
They can move without someone else’s permission.